The Devil arrived. (Spooky month.)

Moved In.

You open your apartment door, very very tired. You lay into your bed, stressed, exhausted, and tired of everything that happened today. You drove home early from work, because you got fired. No other jobs would take your offer, from how bad you worked here and there. You are tired of life at this point, your rent is due in a month. Your room is very dirty, a long with soda cans on the floor, stains on the walls, and roches crawling, lurking in your cabinets and drawers. You simply can't deal with power outages, loud neighbors, people getting killed here and there, You don't know what else to do, besides moving somewhere else. . . . . .

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You lay in your bed for a few more hours. Then you get the motivation to get up and clean your room, while listening to music. You grab your headphones, and you put on some lovely music, and put the phone on your desk. (Because you have Bluetooth headphones.)
You walk down from your room, to the kitchen, which is very VERY dim and dirty. Old dishes in the sink, rotten food in the trash, roaches lurking around the fridge and in the fridge, You simply then lost the motivation. Walking over to the couch, with mutiple stains on it, from food you dropped, from drinks you spilled, vomit you have made, You sit on the couch, completely tired of everything in your peripheral, Halloween is coming up, and you are exhausted. You simply didn't want to give kids any candy whatsoever, from the ammount of people trying to 'scare' you. At this point, your tears rolled down your face, wishing you weren't so lazy, messy, clumsy, and overall, a mess. You cried for at least 10 minutes, then you get up, having the thought of moving somewhere else. Not moving from the state you're in, but moving to a new home. Different place, somewhere, quiet, and at peace. You get up and walk to your closet, full of dirty clothes you forgot to wash last 3 weeks. You grab them, fighting to not smell the dirty dirty clothes, you grab your suitcase and fold them and put them in organized and good, you shut the case and keep it there. You grab your backpack, thinking you could go to the store and buy snacks for the trip. But its 9:00PM. So all stores would be closed, but you know there are some 24 hour stores opened, but far away. And since the gas stations are closed, you're thinking of walking there. You don't, obviously, that'd be stupid, you text your friend;

After messaging your friend, you happily dance. Smiling and giggling, thinking 'No more ruckus! No more loud people! No more annoyance! All of it will be gone! A brand new start!' . . . . . . Mind you, thats what you thought.

To be continued.