July 17th, 2015. 10:26 pm. The neighbors are going at it, again. The strong beat echoes through the thin walls of my apartment as it rattles and shakes everything in my room. The music affects my brain and my heart pulses with the beat of the music. Four more minutes. Four more minutes and someone from our complex will call the police, dispersing the hormonal teenage crowd. Once it turns 10:30, everything stops, the music quiets down, the flower vases in my room stills, and the night goes darker. It's has been always like that ever since I've moved in. Many complaints were filed in because of these reckless human beings partying every month, but no one ever did anything, partially because it was only once a month, and mostly because approaching a group full of drunk, high, and sexually aroused teens are just too intimidating.
To be honest, our landlord just doesn't give a fuck.
I'm not complaining though. This party thing once a month surprisingly makes me feel more alive. I won't ever be the one to party, but listening to them party while I'm on my bed, all alone, in the dark, makes me feel like I'm partying with them; a little bit closer to actually living the normal teenage life that I'm supposed be living. According to my sister, I only focus all my life's attention on work, study, and sleep. And eat. She tries very hard to change who I am, but I, Lily Andreeson, am the most stubbornest person you will ever meet.
Stubbornest is not a word but I just made it a word.
Going back to what I was talking about, this is the closest I'll ever be at a party anyway. Just a thin wall away. So, I'm perfectly fine with all this noise. To other people in our complex though, I'm not so sure. They either deal with it like me, or they move away, (they mostly move away) or they call the police on them, like right now.
Red and blue flashing lights enter through my window and I hear a bunch of "fucks" and "shits" from the party. I also hear people desperately trying to leave the party, and a stampede of footsteps on the stairs shakes everything even more. If you didn't know it was just a bunch of adolescents leaving the party and trying not to get caught by the police, you would think that there was some kind of massacre happening outside your door.
I get a text from my sister:
'Don't forget about the brunch tomorrow with Mom! 9:30 sharp!'
Then another one:
'I swear to God Lily if you're late again then God knows what I'll do to you'
I totally forgot about the brunch date with my sister and my mom tomorrow morning. Honestly who the fuck even eats brunch at 9:30 in the morning? That's more like a breakfast if you ask me. As awkward it is for me, I would still have to go tomorrow or else I'm pretty sure my sister will break both my legs and never let me walk ever again. I really don't want to go, and I'm not ready to confront my mother yet, but my sister can be very cruel sometimes. I sigh. I set the alarm and slip my phone under my bed as I close my eyes.
"ALICIIAA"
What the fuck?
"AAALLIIICIIAAA BABY OPEN THA DOor!" I hear door banging.
I'm pretty sure that is coming from outside my door. Who the heck is Alicia anyways?
"Aliciaa pleasee"
I walk out of my bed and to the entrance of my apartment. I look through the little glass hole in my door to see an extremely drunk asshole type dude at my doorstep. How do I know he's an asshole? Well he's clearly about to break in to the wrong house, plus his whole physic tells me that he's the type of dude that will go through more girls than his IQ level. Blonde hair, blue eyes, super buff. Whoever Alicia is, I feel extremely bad for her.
His right palm is lying flat against the door, leaning his whole body weight on his arm. His foot is staggering, struggling to keep upright, his eyes are half closed, half open, and his conscious is nowhere near his body.
I stepped away from the door, hoping that he will eventually go away seeing that I won't open the door for him. But then this happens.
He smashes my door open, the hinge literally flying off, him stumbling inside my house. There is a freaking stranger in my house.
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Letting Go
Teen Fiction"Let go of your tears, past, grief, let go of the world if you have to. But promise me one thing Lilly, that no matter what happens, you won't ever let go of one thing." "What's that?" I look to him with tears blurring my vision. "Me," his soft fing...
