My Honeypoo

People In My House?! 🙈🙉

"Two- two ye-years?" I repeated what the doctor, shock clear on my face. Wh-what-?! I- I was in a coma?!

"Yes, two years."

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After talking to the doctor for a while longer, I headed home. My house- I went up to my apartment and- and why is someone in my house?!

"Hi- who-who are you?!" I asked the people eating dinner in my house. I had unlocked the door and walked in, and here they are! Eating in my living room! What the f*ck?!?!

"Who are you?" They asked back, looking irritated to have their meal interrupted.

"I-I live here. It's- this- this is my apartment!!" I was pretty pissed off at this point.

"Ohhhhh" realization dawned on the person I was talking to. "I heard about you. You were the previous renter of this apartment. Got in a coma, right?"

"H-huh? Yea.. yeah."

"Well, after your lease ended the landlord leased the apartment to us."

"What- wh- what about- my- my stuff?!"

"I dunno. Talk to the landlord."

"Oh- ok." I left my apartment and walked out. I called my friend, and luckily they said I could stay over for now.

Then, I called my old landlord.

"Hello?" He picked up.

"Hi, it's me, y/n l/n. I used to lease apartment 344." I said, speaking unusually clearly.

"Oh- y/n! You're alive after all!"

"Ye-yeah! Um- I was calling about my.. my stuff? Since someone else is living here now?"

"I gave it all to your brother. He said he's keeping it in a storage unit until you woke up."

"Oh- thanks. Bye"

"Bye! Glad you're not dead!"

Now all I've got to do is call my brother....