She started to cough and wheeze as if she’s smoked far too many cigarettes. Dropping the device onto the floor she realised her brightly coloured shoes were now as dismal as the clouds that took safe refuge in the sky. She coughed once more, this time spraying crimson dots onto the palms of her hands.

After falling to her knees she stared through the empty frame where her window was once held. “Hell! Hell!” she gurgled as she tried to scream the word help. Trying once more only to fail she sprayed more crimson specks from her mouth onto her once pristine carpet. “What’s the point anyway?!” she thought to herself. No one in this apartment knew or even acknowledged her existence. Was it the way that she spoke? The colour of her skin? Probably not…

“They probably know about me.” Disfigured and ugly he sat in the corner of the room and stared at her with hollow eyes.