Tell Me The Truth | D.D.

Prologue

"Ugh," I groaned as I hauled the last box up the stairs to my new apartment. "Last one?" My new roommate, Victoria, asked me, looking just as exhausted as me. I nodded my head and slid down the wall. I have to say deciding to move in the middle of summer wasn't my best idea.

I tie my waist length red hair into a messy bun at the top of my head. "Here," Victoria said, handing me a beer and sitting next to me. "Thanks," I told her, taking a swig. "Well, I guess I have to unpack now," I said, cracking a little smile. "Do you need a lot of help?" She asked, getting up. I shook my head, "No, I can finish the rest myself."

"Ok, I think I might go out tonight, so text me if you finish early and want to meet me," she said. I thanked her again and got to work.

I went into my new room and looked around. There was a window that went out to a small balcony that gave me a view of the street below. The room itself wanted very big itself, which was good because I was lacking any actual decorations.

There was also a queen bed and a decent closet. There was a door on one end of the room that led to a bathroom.

I grabbed the first box that was in reach and saw that it was full of my clothes. I hung them up, and the cycle continued with my toiletries, sheets, and jewelry. Then came the small nick-nacks that I managed to get from my old house before I left.

I only had one picture that I was willing to take from my past. It was a picture of me and my mom. I remember that day. A bunch of girls had bullied me at school, and to make me feel better, my parents took me out to get ice cream. Later, my dad told me that my mom and I had the same good heart and that one day we were going to use it for good.

Oh, how the times have changed, I thought.

I shook my head and got back to unpacking. It felt like ages, but I finally finished. I checked the clock to see that it was almost midnight. I didn't hear anyone come in, so I assumed that Victoria was still out.

I went to take a shower and changed into a baggy shirt and some sweatpants to sleep in. I took out my contacts and put on my glasses.

I went back into my room and inspected my work. My bed looked good. It had white sheets and a matching white comforter with a light grey throw blanket. I had hung up my mom's guitar and some artwork that I used to have in my old room.

I checked my work schedule and saw that I was taking the long shift tomorrow. I groaned and climbed into bed, exhausted. Before I went to bed, though, I got a feeling that something was going to be different, not bad, but new. I don't know if I can take the risk of letting new people into my life. Those thoughts quickly disappeared as sleep took over and pulled me into the darkness.