Stardust

Prologue

    I don't like to leave my apartment much. I pay almost a grand for it; I feel leaving is a waste of money. It's not big; in fact, it's not even really much of an apartment at all. I have a beautiful single room that is partially taken up by a kitchen. My bed sits in the furthest corner from the door, and my bathroom sits across from it. It's as small as humanly possible, but, it's what I can afford, and I am determined to get the most of it.

      Moving to the city was not even my choice. After all, my family's house was way too far from the college I chose. They gave me the choice to stay there and pursue a different school or leave my dead-end life in a small town and go somewhere that dreams come true. Truly, an impossible decision to make. So I packed up my bags and headed off to the beautiful city of Indianapolis.

    Okay, I never said the dreams that come true are the BEST dreams. But a dream is a dream. Sure, my best dreams probably won't come true here, or anywhere outside of Silicon Valley, but hey, at least it's not the small town of Gooseville.

     Anyways, as I was saying, I don't leave my apartment much. But when I heard that loud bang outside my window, I couldn't help myself. I know, leaving your house after hearing a BANG isn't necessarily the safest idea. In fact, I'm surprised I wasn't shot. I should have been shot. It's a miracle that instead of being hauled to the hospital as I bled out, I was standing face to face with what looked to be an oversized PC. It was a large box with soft light glowing from inside. The metal of the box was a shiny metallic black color, and the sides were black reflective glass reminiscent of a phone or tablet that was shut off. 

     I began to investigate the strange object. I looked for any sign of damage, perhaps a bullet hole or car dent. But whatever had made that sound had not left any trace of what it could have been. It seemed to just be a strange new art piece outside of my apartment. The city always was adding new things from time to time. I swear, I could see art in every block. I was surprised they had decided to add this piece in the middle of the night, but then again, I'd never seen them install anything before.

    I looked at myself in the blackened reflection. My skin looked greasy and acne-covered, and my black hair was falling out of the messy bun I had done before bed. I stared at my messed self in a mix of awe and disgust.. I knew I wasn't the strangest person on the street that evening, but to be reminded of my distressed look was a bit jarring at 12 am. It reminded me that I was, in fact, meant to be asleep and not gawking at the latest piece in the Hoosier art display. I shook my head and began to walk back to the door when suddenly I heard the sound again. The bang.

     I whipped my head around to see what the sound had come from. Yet everything looked as it was before. I started a bit, hoping to catch the banging once more. Just as I began to lose hope,

BANG.

I felt myself jump slightly. The bang was just as loud as before, and yet I felt a chill down my spine as I knew where the sound had come from. BANG! The sound was coming from the box... no. Not from the box. From something inside the box.

 And it wanted out.