I creak open the door with a fake smile plastered across my face.
"Hey, are you Gypsy?"
"Yeth."
"Oh, nice to meet you! I'm Benson! Here, I'll help with your things"
I grab her luggage off her lap, and place it in the living room.
My heels ooze in pain as Gypsy rails her wheelchair behind me.
Maybe this is the day I snap?
"Sorry the floor is sthlick."
I turn around and meet her eyes.
"It's okay! Don't worry about it! I guess we'll need to invest into some carpet"
We both let out a slight chuckle
I give a quick tour of the apartment to Gypsy
The whole time her eyes just stared at me...
It appears there hasn't been a thought behind her eyes in years...
Did she even look at the apartment? This bitch just staring at me.
"And that concludes the apartment! I'm so excited for the furniture to be placed, and have this feel more like a home."
"I agree, buth I should go aheath and unpack my thingths"
"Oh, of course! I'll help if you need!"
"Thankth."
Gypsy unzips her first suitcase
Hundreds of pill bottles roll out onto the floor
This bitch El Chapo?
As I help Gypsy organize her pill bottles, I glance at the names,
Horse Tranquilizer
Adderall
Marijuana
Methamphetamine-
How did she pass airport security with this...
What feels like hours pass, and all of Gypsy's luggage is unpacked.
I glance at the time,
11:11
Hm, angel number! Sophie told me about those
My head was throbbing after having such a long flight and getting organized.
"Hey Gypsy, I think I'm going to go ahead and hit the hay. Just knock on my door if you need anything."
"Okeigh"
I shut my bedroom door, and take a deep breath
I run and jump into my new bed
My body melts into the soft mattress
Without anytime to think, my eyes close and my mentality goes into dreamland.
My body is covered in soft white sheets
The ceiling fan's cold air presses against my red cheeks
My neck is perfectly settled into my soft plush Squishmellows
I'm in heaven.
Several loud bangs echo throughout my room from my door
Are you fucking kidding me?
I push my body up and creep slowly to my door half awake,
My hands lay across the cold golden doorknob
I open the door
Gypsy is sitting in-front of my door, in her silver wheelchair
"I'm horneigh."
