The cold December nights in the city aren't as glamorous as they seem n the movies. Snow and black ice covers the city's streets and the gusts of wind almost knock you into the person standing next to you. The snowflakes aren't always nice either. For example, today they are slushy and coming down fast.
I feel bad for the homeless people on the streets. They barely have enough to cover their bodies as they start to shake. Luckily some of them are smart enough to go down to the subway, but others stay on the cold city streets covering themselves with an old rag praying for the weather to lighten up. I give them a dollar or two and hope they use it wisely.
After taking a few stops on the subway I arrive to my apartment. Chelsea and I live on the fifth floor in a 2 bedroom apartment. The rooms are quite small so it's not as expensive as you would think, but with our budget - which is practically a couple dollars of wiggle room - is a fortune.
I unlock my door and smell the aroma of Chinese food. But I don't see Chelsea any where.
"Chels! Where are you?"
"I'm in the bathroom Sam! I'm coming out in a sec!"
Chelsea and I have been best friends since the 7th grade. She has been there through everything. My depression, the abuse, the self harm, she's been through it all and has stayed with me through every step of the way. That's why when I wanted to leave home she was the first one to help me and get an apartment with me. I don't know where I would be or if I would even be here without her.
Chelsea came out of the bathroom spraying the apple scented lisol spray behind her.
Real classy.
"Chels, did you eat some before I came?" I ask her already knowing the answer.
"Umm, no" , she said fidgeting trying to hold back her smile.
"Okay Chels then explain the empty Chinese cartons and the smelly, poop stained bathro-"
"SAM YOU KNOW I HAVE A STOMACH CONDITION!"
"Yeah well your stomach condition is giving me a nose condition" I say chuckling while playfully holding my nose.
"Oh shut up!" She says now laughing along with me.
We both head towards the kitchen, Chelsea playfully pushing past me. Chelsea starts cleaning up her mess - a first for her - as I start to eat my vegetable lo mein.
This is my life.
And I'm quite content with it.
For now.
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In More Ways Than One // hs
FanfictionSamantha, an 18 year old girl barely living in the city. She ran away to peruse the idea of happiness with the one who has helped her all along, her best friend Chelsea. Although she didn't truly know what happiness was until a certain boy saved her...
