Cobra Starship│Hot Mess
Anya Foxx, 21
"The truth is you don't know what is going to happen tomorrow. Life is a crazy ride, and nothing is guaranteed." -Eminem
Bio: When Anya moved here, she immediately started working for Summer. The business went so well, she eventually became a model. Yes, the glory was fun, but Anya picked up some bad habits. In Anya's mind, there's nothing wrong with cocaine. But, to the rest of the world, she's falling down hill. Anya split with her boyfriend because of her addiction, and believe me, she's tried to get help. But, coke is fun, and Anya loves to have fun.
Style: Anything trashy and definately sparkly
Dating Status: Left an awesome guy behind
Model: Lindsay Ellingson
Based off: Millie Huxtable from One Tree Hill
Taken by: Vicki;
[is okay that I changed the model? I love the character but not really keen on Lauren Conrad! And is it possible to change Taylor Burke's model from Trevor Donovan to Hayden Christensen? There just isn't enough trevor pics on poly. If it's not let me know!]
My eyes snapped open as I came round from a coma-like sleep. Feeling light headed and nauseous, I stayed still on the bed until the feeling had passed. Slowly turning my head, I glanced at the clock before sitting up, rubbing my temples as a full blown headache erupted. Feeling the urge to be sick quickly come over me once again, I ran to the bathroom, making the toilet just in time. Wiping my mouth when i was finished, I leant back against the cool, tiles of the bathroom wall, closing my eyes at the soothing sensation that was calming me. But it didn't last. It never did. Dragging myself up, I walked back into my bedroom, sitting down on the edge of the bed, my head between my hands, trying in vain to sooth the ongoing headache I was so used to. Reaching for my phone, which was on the bedside table, I snuck a glance at my hand, which was sweaty palmed and shaking. I needed a fix and I needed it now. Dialing the number I had on speed dial, I waited for the familiar gruff voice to answer.
“Hello?” I smiled in relief.
“Hey. It's Anya, i've ran out. You got any for today?” I heard no answer, only the rustling of paper and things being dropped on the floor.
“Yeah, but not much. What time?”
“Does 12 sound good?”
“Thanks Bryan.” The phone went silent and I threw it on my bed, getting up and grabbing the nearest clean clothes I had. Quickly getting changed, I grabbed my keys, jacket and purse and left the apartment, racing down the stairs and down the streets, eager as anything.
By the time I reached the all too familiar alley way, my hands were none-stop trembling and I was clammy, hair sticking to my face. I looked an absolute state. Lighting a cigarette with much trouble, I leant back against the building wall and took a long drag, the sensation letting me forget what I really wanted for a few seconds. After what seemed hours, I saw a dark figure walking towards me. Grabbing my purse, I opened it and took the money out, ready for a quick sale. Bryan smirked as he got closer, probably at the state I was in; my make up was smudged, hair was wild and I looked scruffy. All tell tale signs I needed a fix to get me right.
“Well girl look at you, you look like one hot mess.”
“thanks Bry, now where is it. I have your money.
“Ah ah ah, I wanted to catch up a little.” I shook my head, growling slightly.
“I have a job in less than an hour, I need to get going.” He sighed but took the packet of white powder out of the inside of his coat.
“Here you go princess. Don't go using it all at once.” I snatched the bag and thrust the money at him, before racing off to get home. I needed to get myself together before the shoot and I intended to; with the help of my little white friend.
“Anya, you're late.” I smiled sheepishly at Summer, who had her hands on her hips.
“Sorry. I'll make up for it. Now, where are my clothes?” I asked cheerfully, too cheerfully as Summer narrowed her eyes at me. I smiled again and took the clothes off the rack. “i'll just go get ready then.” Before she could reply, I raced off, thankful to escape the earful, not that I would've cared much. I was on top of the world and nothing was going to bring me down.
4 hours later and I was still being ordered around like a clothes horse. I could feel the start of my come down and desperate to get out of the place but Summer was determined to get these shots perfect.
“Wake up Anya!” I shook my head and stared at Summer.
“Sorry, what did you say?” She sighed and shook her head.
“I said, I want you hands above your head, looking directly at the camera.” I nodded and held my arms above me. After a couple of minutes, I could feel them shaking and I was pretty sure it was obvious to everyone around. I spotted a make-up artist talking to Summer and pointing at me. That's when I knew I had to get out of here.
“Sorry, I need to go.” I stripped the dress off, grabbing my jeans, tops and wedges and rushed out of the building. Feeling like I was far enough away, I started to get dressed but was interrupted by a cough. Looking down the alleyway, I saw a dark figure standing near the bottom. I frowned, not able to get a clear look at whoever it was. Deciding to ignore them, I continued getting dressed, doing up the button my jeans. I was just about to put my top on when another cough got my attention once more. This time, I knew it was closer and upon turning around, I was shocked to say the least. My hands began to tremble and it didn't go unnoticed.
“I thought you would've got clean by now. I mean, it has been 3 years.” Taylor Burke stood before me, looking calm and collected although I could still read him like a book. He was angry, something behind his eyes showed it and I knew he had a right to be.
“I am clean.” I mumbled, clearly obvious i was lying. I heard a dry laugh; an obvious sign Taylor knew i was lying.
“Whatever helps you sleep. So, tell me Anya, how have you been?” I ignored the question, finally slipping the top over my head and putting my wedges on. Finally fully clothed, I turned to face Taylor head on.
“Fine. I have to go. It was....nice seeing you.” I was about to walk away when he spoke once more.
“Is that it? It was nice seeing you? Seriously, after what I did for you, that's all I get? I deserve more than that..” He was angry and he was right. He did deserve more. But at the moment, I couldn't give him it.
“I'm sorry. I have to go.” I raced off before he could follow, hoping that he would remain where he was standing and make no effort to move. That way I could feel less guilty about what I had just done, knowing that he didn't really care about me and could get on with his life. But deep down I knew that it wasn't going to be the last time I saw him and I knew eventually I would have to talk to him. But for now, running was my only option. Slowing down to a walk, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Taking it out, Summer's name was flashing. I groaned loudly. I was in deep sh.it and I knew that it was going to take a lot to get me out of it. Ignoring the call, I put my phone back in my pocket and continued walking home.
I would deal with everything tomorrow.