7th Heaven

chapter 3.0 sofia

After that whole ordeal, I try to collect myself in the backseat of a shabby taxi that I had managed to catch a few streets away from the scene. The never sleeping lights of New York blur past us, the buzzed chatter of the night life along with the beeping of cars filling the eerie silence. My body shakes with nerves and anxiety at the thought of the situation earlier. As we reach my apartment complex, I fumble through my purse for the fare, handing it to the driver and politely thanking him, before getting out onto the pavement. The complex is silent, apart from the ding of the elevator reaching the ground floor. The concierge snores softly in the quiet of the foyer, the dim light casting a shadow over his still body, only rising with his deep breaths, and there is, for once, no sign of any life in the confines of the building. This comes as a shock to me, considering it being a Friday night, yet I find myself continuing my journey towards the elevator, paying no mind to the concierge asleep at his post. It is New York City after all, the city that never sleeps, so I brush the doubts in my mind off.

As the elevator brings me closer to my apartment floor, I stare at my reflection in the mirrored walls. My mascara is slightly smudged and my hair had long come loose of its pin restraints and tumbled over my shoulders in a wavy turmoil.

My feet ache from being in heels and there is an unexplainable exhaustion that consumes me as my mind lingers to the thought of the man who had me against a lamp post earlier. I rake my hands through my hair as I step out of the elevator and into the hallway.

Walking over to my door, I fumble for my keys as I unlock the door and immediately kick off my heels, making a beeline for the bathroom to scrub off my makeup before diving into bed. As I switch on the lights of the bathroom, I notice the red marks of an angry grip imprinted on my wrists, a long left reminder of the altercation with the suspicious man earlier tonight. And then the severity of what happened earlier hits me.

 Overcome with an overwhelming sense of dread and dejection, I grip the sink in pain. I feel my stomach flip and my throat begins to tighten and I fling the cabinet doors open, searching helplessly in it for anything to calm me down. Frantically searching for my medicine, I find them and take two and gulp them down with a handful of water. I take a minute to let them go down, anxious that the feeling of them stuck in my throat going down won't go away. 

I take a deep breath and look at the mirror, I hadn't even noticed my tears as I sobbed silently. Why? Why was I so upset? I wasn't sure, but all these emotions had been too overwhelming. The pills were working quickly, making me drowsy, so with that, I hurried to wash my face and brush teeth.

I walk into my room, pulling off my dress and grabbing a t-shirt strewn on the back of a chair putting it on, allowing it to fall loosely on my frame. I collapse onto my bed and for once in this whole day, I finally feel a sense of comfort under the warmth of my layers of comforters. I wrap the duvet around me and close my eyes feeling dreariness wear me down and before I had even realised, I was already asleep, alone again to explore the wonders of my mind.

This is some cringe bullshit

I wake from my slumbers as the sun filters in through the blinds and stretch my arms above my head. I yawn in tiredness, sitting up slumped on my bed against my headboard. God I don't want to get up. I pull the duvet off, tossing it aside, shivering when the cold air of the winter morning strikes my bare legs. Brrrrrr. The hardwood floors of my New York apartment meet the bottoms of my feet as I stumble out of bed in a daze. I feel my stomach growl as I enter my bathroom, and staring back at me in the mirror is my reflection, a blur of hazed bed hair sticking out into the world and my eyes puffy from the tears I let out last night, following through into the morning.