Awful story

This doesn't match the rest ignore it I guess /She sat by the kitchen counter in the dim early morning light the faint rays illuminating her ashen chalk skin complimenting the ghostly white marble top. He was sure she hadn't noticed him, he stood by the bedroom door watching her while she sat emotionlessly staring at the orange resting on the counter in front of her, so absorbed with the fruit she sat intrigued and uninterested at the same time. The night he first met her it had rained a sharp heavy downpour mercilessly catching anyone who happened to be out so late. He had been up restlessness afflicting him with no productive out let, he had sat in darkness only the loud hum and drone of the rain to keep him company, a lowly song sung only for him by millions of raindrops during their descent./

 His apartment was on the 24th floor close to the clouds but not near to the ground. He had wondered if he jumped would he be any louder then the rain drops when they met the ground? The dull glow of his digital clock pulsed and blinded his night sighted eyes, burning 03:45 in to his sleep deprived eyes that hadn't been when she had arrived, the hours leading up to her had been choired by the rain and his deep slow breaths. At first his eyes had wondered the room looking for a distraction anything to catch his interest and save him from the sullen emptiness that he had wallowed in. Jumping wasn't his only thought of relief that morning he had a old bottle of paracetamol and half a bottle of whiskey, enough he was sure to help him sleep.

The knock hadn't shocked him, neither did the second in his state of unrestful rest he barely registered it. Of course he did hear it, the knocks cut through the chorus of rain just like the thunder did, but the knocks were so delicate and quiet it almost seemed to match the rain, a delicate punctuation to the notes played. A new order of chords had been found and revealed in his moment of zen unwakefullness. Unsteadily standing he turned to face the door his apartment wasn't large, his bedroom was unoccupied to his left a beacon to rest that had been lost amidst his insomnia.

His small kitchenette was to his right, bare and unused besides his lone microwave the destination for all his food analytically made and heated. The hallway leading to his door was short and thin with a door adjoining it to the toilet on the left. Closed he had kept his bathroom as pristine as his kitchen, his soft feet where muffled on the cold vinyl flooring, light barely illuminating the hallway as he crept. Not a walk or a run he wasn't in a hurry to answer the door who ever it was would wait, slowly delving in to the darkness of the hallway the light from his windows vanished blocked and negated by his back . All that guided him forward was a small crack of light from under his door, hesitantly sneaking on he couldn't see a shadow obscuring the light.

 Fearing his trepidation had cost him his only interaction in this lowly night of unsatisfaction he froze. Dread coiled his stomach had his own disparaging nature caused him to miss his caller? Had the person knocked on the wrong door? He deflated another night would pass uneventful and meaningless. The rain increased in it's violent deluge matching his sorrow in the realisation of isolation. Anguish welled in his heart twisted by the many nights had he spent alone, awake he remembered the nights more vividly then his days. Weakened he dropped hard on to his knees, the burden of his sorrows pushing his shoulders down.

Curling in to a ball sobs racked him, his shuddering body adding to the symphony of rain and thunder, his thoughts of sitting alone danced through his head. A boy to a man alone, wanton and unfound, rising to his knees tears streaking his face catching and reflected the minute pieces of light. His sorrow was his undoing in the loving arms of the storm he was unraveled the frantic clashing of thunder and lighting matching his wretched and broken moans, the loud dull roar of the frenzied rain synchronising with his fast disheveled heart beat his eyes unfocused and blurred by his tears.

It felt like hours he had cried eventually reduced to a mewling mess in his hallway, the rhythmic drops of rain slowing to match his exhaustion, closing his eyes he found no rest. Deep sharp breaths punctuated his thoughts, standing and wiping the tears from his face he glared at the door light still untarnished by any presence outside his door. He roared a bestial thing shattering the continual torrent of rain, his heart ached anger seeping from him, another night of his lowly existence uneventful besides his own trepidation and self-flagellation. Turning sharply he could no longer bare to look upon the door such a simple thing betraying him in his moment of weakness no malicious intent just the bitter truth a sour pill no amount of whiskey could hide.

Slow mournful steps each further from the door only brought him torment, why would someone knock at his door this time of night? He was a fool, a child burned by a match only discovering the pitfalls of curiosity the sullen truth that shatters all adventurous hearts.
Instead mournfall creeping carried him to his kitchen sharp and modern pale marble almost incandescent in the night a pale light blue to dark to be real light but enough to provide false illumination. The searing light from the fridge revealed its true ghost white coat, eyes watering he found himself fumbling for what he sought before slaming the door shut the tyrannical light that had subjugated his vision was gone but had burned wicked blue and purple spots in to his vision blinding him partially the dark world seeming darker suddenly pits of nothingness amongst his apartment decorated with emptyness.

 The chill bottle of wisky sang in his hand the slow painful numbing drawing his attention resting the bottle on the counter he reached in to his trouser pocket. It was where he had left the bottle of ibuprofen it joined the whiskey on the counter, he caught his reflection in the ghostly marble he hadn't changed out of his work clothes tear stained shirt creased and unkept his tie hang lose but not removed his slim trousers he had worn throughout the day still belted to him. He sighed a deep breath his eye locked with the bloodshot ones of his reflection his pale face gaunt and hard red cheeks matching his maroon eyes. Refocusing on the bottle of ibuprofen he poured out a hand full and opened the bottle of cool whiskey the clattering of pills in his mouth matched the hazardous beat of the rain.

Lifting the bottle of whiskey to his lips the clump of pills struggled down carried by a barrage of burning cool liquid, the sour taste of whiskey over powered the pills sugary coating. Forcing the capsules down the cocktail assaulting his raw delicate throat he found himself barely holding back a coughing fit as he gulped more of the whiskey down. With the pills clear and his throat throbbing he collapsed against the countertop coughing and spluttering his entire throat was ablaze sharp pain coursing up and down his spine a dilapidating dance weakening his legs and hammering his head. Nauseous the room rolled and the counter spun, forcing his eyes closed the spinning lessened but still remained, his heart pounded in his ears a beat so frenzied and wild it blocked out his sharp breaths and the rain.

Moments in agony dragged on, his legs stiffened his muscles contorting with pain at being at such a strenuous angle, weakly  he began sliding off the counter and slumped on the floor his body shook and spasmed uncountably. all he could do was lie face down as saliva pooled below him, after the spasming had stopped and his heart beat had slowed the only noise was the barrage of rain millions of tiny steel droplets drumming against his windows. He had found serenity the world was numb, his body responded slow and heavy getting to his knees was a struggle but his unwilling body managed to stand.

Stumbling forward uneven limping steps, his eyes scanned the apartment the room was muted and foreign alien but familiar, he reached the hallway all the onyx black had been replaced by deep shades of blue. Like staring in to a deep lake on a muted Sunday morning, he couldn't focus his vision warped he apparment replaced with a old grime ridden pier his hallway leading towards the end of it, the image flickered as he moved turning he faced away from the hallway he could see the other end of the pier, shattered and ruined lone standing wooden pilons rotted and smashed led to a distant shore unseen.

Thick grey and black clouds littered the sky mountains rose in the far distance tall and imperious, flickering again he look back towards the door and the hallway for a moment he saw it before the lake and pier returned the soft sloping and splashing of waves crashing surf catching the wind and sprinkling across his face. stepping towards the end of the pier the world flickered and the hallway returned, frozen in numb confusion he watched the gap between his door and the hallway floor the curtain of light had been touched to thin pillars of shadow. The pillars stood defiantly blocking the light from entering his apartment. A knock followed soft and delicate but loud and obtuse in the quite apartment, stunned his mouth hang agape the pillars blocking the light waved moving from side to side impatiently.

Another knock just as soft and delicate rang out loud and deafening his fit had already worn his body to the core, stumbling forward he broke in to a run a pathetic half jog of a limp. Each step the world flipped and returned to the lake and then back to his apartment closer and closer he limped reaching the end of the pier. His world returned the door right in front of him a menacing dark blue painted wood door, scarce of any disign or peephole he fumbled with the lock numb fingers unresponsive. The lock twisted loose the clutter of bolt sliding splitting the silence.

Pulling the door open he saw her, she stood less then a foot away shorter then him by a foot, her body was slim and frail her nakedness only partially covered by her long dark raven hair deep green eyes stared in to his dark brown. Shocked by her presence he took a step backwards, mirrored by her taking a step forward into the frame of his door tripping on his numb unsteady legs he fell backwards landing hard the woman took another step towering over his prone body. The weak light shining in from the outside hallway silouted her, trying to speak all he could muster was a pathetic gargling noise.

Stepping over him she dropped down pushing him hard against the floor, her light body just enough to keep his weakened one pinned. Terrified he froze she straddled him her dark figure gently resting atop his, her soft delicate breaths raising and lowering her slim chest, suddenly she lent forward her chest pressing against his. Her face over his right shoulder gentle resting against him he could feel her pulse soft and stead conflicting with his frantic clatter "you waited for me" her sickly sweet voice filled his ear delicious but sickening. Her arms caressed his trailing up and along till her hands entwine with his "So romantic! Most don't wait, but you did why?" Her voice was addictive he wanted more, he needed more but he couldn't ask she had found him.

"I love you" a weak murmur he turned to face her, his body had gone numb he could barely feel her pulse or the comforting two and throw of her breathing. facing her all he could see was shadow, but he could feel her there a warm presence against his cold "you aren't the first, you won't be the last either" she chuckled pushing against him snuggling in to his neck and shoulder. "Sleep lover this is all we get" her warmth graced his feeble frame in her embrace he closed his eyes, bliss overwhelming his exhausted body mustering the last of his strength he whispered "I will always wait for you" his eyes were closing against his will his body accepting sleep with open arms, drifting in to the abyss "I will always find you my love" her soft sobbing was all he heard as sleep took him.