Y/N has enough money [saving since you were 5] about 10,000 that she/he's been saving up. As Y/N comes across downtown, it's so beautiful, big building everywhere, people everywhere, but that dose'nt matter right now, she/he has fresh air, the sun shinning down.
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After a few hours Y/N comes across a small apartment, she/he goes inside to see if theres a place available. "Hello?"
No response. "Hello?" Y/n says a bit louder.
Finally a response. "Ah, yes, I'm asuming you want a apartment?" Y/n nods "Well." The man coughs, he seems about in his fiftys, grey hair, he's in pajama pants and a simple white t-shirt, theres a few orange stains on it, but you don't mind, it's just the smell of his BO is a fucking violation. "Todays your lucky day lady!" The old man says, he adds "Theres 2 rooms available, only 2,000 a month, rent and bills are not much, only 400!"
Huh, pretty cheep if you ask me Y/N thinks to themselfs. "You talk lady, or no?" Y/N blinks a few times "Yea- no, I do." Y/N voice is raspy, a little to raspy.
"I'll give you a tour of the apartments, follow me."
He gets up and stops, he adds. "Oh, how rude of me, I didn't introduce myself, my name is Riley, what about you lady? Got a name?" "Y\N, my name is Y/N" you say. Riley just shrugs and walk to the stairwell, Y/N follows him.
After a while, the 2 rooms are pretty modern, its nice, they dont look very diffrent really, Y/N buys the one on the 4th floor, room 444. It's a 1 room, 1 bathroom, a small kitchen, and a small living room. And its all funitured, so thats a good thing, Y/N has filled out all the papers, and paid off everything, Riley gives her the internet to her phone, laptop, she check for messages,
5 MIssed calls from mom and dad.
20 messages from them.
Mom: Y/N Where are you?
Mom: Y/N your so fucking done you cunt.
Dad: Kid i dont want to start a fckn fight, i dont even know why we had you, but just come home.
So on and on, I could care less at this point Y/N whispers to themselfs. Y/N sits on the couch, and closes her/his eyes. And falls in a deep sleep.
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Mike schmidt x healing user
Actionthis story is for the ones who are lost, lost everyone and everything including themselfs, the ones scard, and scared. Broken into little peices of glass. The ones bruised, trying to heal, bleeding but can't stop bleeding. The ones crying until empt...
