It has been a week since the incident with Charlie, my dear neighbour.
It was a long day for me due to the fact I have to brought down balance for the next month. I am a part-time accounts assistant, working at a tiny bookstore down the street from where I am living. My boss, Jennifer has been going crazy over the income statement, where she was able to look at the profit or a loss for the period. So far, the business is doing great. As long as Jennifer is happy, so does the staff working at the bookstore.
After ending my day around 7 in the evening, I decided to head down to the nearest cafe, SunnyBright and order tofu nuggets spaghetti. I am not a vegetarian if you are wondering. I am just a woman who is just a fan of the food provided in SunnyBright. SunnyBright is a cafe catered to vegetarians and some ladies who believed they are "fat". I dug myself into the warm tofu nuggets spaghetti and ate it like there's nothing, no obstacle or bitches trying to tear me down.
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I got back to my apartment, dragging myself down the hallway. I can "literally" hear myself, screaming "fudge this, fudge life" as I took the elevator and entered my cosy house. Finally, I get to lay back on my couch and watched Kill Your Darlings. I have been wanting to watched this film starring Daniel Radcliffe and Dane DeHaan, based on a true story of Lucien Carr and other Beats Generation. Throughout the film, I gaga over the scene where Lucien and Allen were hand palming with blood and even the part where they were trying to have fun and attempting suicide.
While I was watching, I heard a loud bang outside my apartment. I paused the film and took a peak out of my window. The sky looked beautiful, gleaming with stars. The night's silence brought out its mystic feeling and excitement. What to say about that, the city never sleeps. Back to where I was peaking out of my window, I saw a hooded man pacing his speed as though he was running away from something.
A hooded man, pacing his speed. Running away from something or someone. My heart suddenly felt the worry, as though it was trying to tell me something. Unfortunately, my thoughts were fighting back. I looked closely and tried to figure out who that person was. The figuring part was easy, I spotted the skull tattoo on his arm.
"Wait, skull tattoo on that hooded man's arm?", I thought to myself. I have seen that, it looked familiar. Am I having a déjà vu? No, I wasn't.
The only person I could think of, having such tattoo, was Charlie.
Charlie, the hooded man... Why was he even running for his life in the middle of the night, in the city that never sleeps...
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Elevator
Teen Fiction(COMPLETED) Two neighbours stuck in an elevator and were forced to make a conversation. Little did they know this was just a beginning, a beginning which comes with a consequences and dangers ahead.
