"ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ."
↳ Feeling as though her life had no meaning, her neighbor would be there to show her that there's so much she just hadn't exper...
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I step out of the vehicle and onto the grainy pavement, observing my surroundings only to notice the absence of many. I'm greeted by Chosos stare once he closes the car door behind me.
It's dark and if it weren't for the headlights of his run down Hyundai, I wouldn't be able to see.
Holy shit, I think this might be the night I actually get murdered. "You're not gonna kill me, right?" I huff, stuffing my hands into the fuzzy, comfort of my sweater.
He turns and raises a brow at me, before shrugging his shoulders. "Right." I follow close as he makes his way towards the barely visible building just ahead.
He lowers his head a slight degree to look at my concerned expression, and I see the corner of his mouth quirk upward. "I promise I won't kill you, (Name)."
He stretches his pinky, and I reluctantly wrap my own around his. He shakes it firmly, before descending his hand down but just barely letting go. "Okay." I say, so soft I'm not sure he even heard it.
Our pinkies stay connected for a few, before completely unraveling.
We arrive to the front- a porch. Pillars line the edges, a fence surrounding the entire stilling. It's very much abandoned, many wooden boards concealing the doors.
Choso points the flashlight of his phone way up high, revealing the few graffiti art scattering across the old, pulverizing woody walls. He shifts the light around so I have a better view of the vicinity.
Not many people have vandalized this place, meaning hardly anyone has visited but it's tall and big- I'm sure it's not that hard to miss.
He gestures towards a broken window that leads to a darkness inside. "You wanna go first?" He asks. I shake my head quickly and he gives a smug smile.
His hands latch onto the frame, before climbing inside and pushing his body through the passage. Glass bits break off by pressure. Choso shakes his hood to dust it off and rests his hands on his hips. "Your turn."
I sigh. I'm not sure I wanna do this anymore.
He extends his hand, waiting for me to take it as leverage.
I crawl through- a little easier with Chosos help. His hand leaves mine to go under my pit and pulls me up towards him. Meanwhile my arms wrap around his neck to steady myself.
