We are the pretty petty thieves, and you're standing on our streets where Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand, and the first to do time, the first of the gang to die...Such a silly boy.

Lyrics: first of the gang to die / morrissey

I know a girl from a lonely street, cold as ice cream, but still as sweet; dry your eyes, Sunday girl...Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl, looks like he's in another world; run and hide, Sunday girl.

Lyrics: sunday girl / blondie

I never saw the world the way the city looks to me today; I never thought the end would come this way. These are the last words I'll say to you.

Wincing against the wind, I zipped up my coat as far as it would go and reached into the deep pockets. The fingers of my right hand wrapped around my trusty mobile phone, which I slid out. Quick swipe across the screen and a number tapped in, and I had everything at my fingertips.

Two missed calls, four text messages. Another few taps and I knew that my mother had tried calling me once, my father once, and the four messages were from my friend Zaz. I sighed, switched off my phone, and put it back in my pocket. I replaced it with a small scrap of pink lined paper screwed up in the depths of my pocket. I unwrapped it and squinted at the messily scrawled address as I walked.

 No. 6 College Street, Tywyllwch, I managed to make out.

 I glanced upwards. I was on a row of three storey houses, each with their own small front garden. They were pleasant enough houses, and I was currently stood outside number 4. Dragging my feet, I continued to the next house. Number 6.

 This was my new home for the year, in the small, rural town of Tywyllwch in mid-Wales. I was a fresher at the town’s university, Tywyllwch’s only claim to fame. And it wasn’t a bad house, either – maybe a little scruffier than the two sat on either side of it, and the windows were empty, the curtains closed, but the garden was neatly kept and the paint on the gate wasn’t peeling.

 I lifted the latch on the gate. It squawked as I pushed it open and stepped into the garden.

 Before I could start walking, the front door opened. A girl stepped out. “Well, yeah, fuck off, Harry,” she snapped into her mobile phone. She was tiny, this girl, probably not even five feet, but she packed a lot of curve into her short frame. Her hair was dark, to her shoulders, and her face was screwed up in anger. There was a cigarette, unlit, hanging from between her lips.

 “It’s not my problem you’re being an absolute wanker, though, is it?” she carried on, voice harsh. She nodded at me, left the door wide open, and rooted in the pocket of her cardigan. She pulled out a neon-pink lighter. “When you’re being like this, I can’t fucking talk to you. Tell you what, grow the fuck up and give me a call when the weed is out of your system, yeah?”

Then she hung up and slid her phone into her pocket, lit her cigarette. Narrowed her eyes at me.

 “Hey,” she said, not too welcoming. “You renting here?”

 I nodded. “Yeah. I haven’t got a key, though.”

 She shrugged one shoulder. “The landlord let me in before. He left them all. You’ve met him, right? I’m Nicki, by the way.”

 “Axie,” I said. “Shall I just go in?”

 ehhhhh something i've been working on. hmmmmmm

 

Lyrics: last words / the real tuesday weld

 

I don't care if it hurts, I want to have control. I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul. I want you to notice when I'm not around. You're so fucking special...I wish I was special.

Lyrics: creep / radiohead

Oh, you humour me today, calling me out to play with your telescope eyes, metal teeth..I can't be seen with you, you freak

this evening has been so weird i don't even know what to do with myself

Lyrics: telescope eyes / eisley

Once upon a time at home, I sat beside the telephone, waiting for someone to pull me through. When at last it didn't ring, I knew it wasn't you..

tonight

has been weird

unplanned, parts were brilliant, other parts were shit

i didn't even drink that much but i think my hangover is starting to set in, oh dear, might be time to get some sleep...

Lyrics: a new england / kirsty maccoll

Shackled arms are tight, because Papa said I crossed the line - carve us in our special time, Elvis..now it's five by five, finger paint and circle time; I love you till the day I die, Elvis..

Lyrics: velvet elvis / alex winston