Cyber ~ 5sos

t w e n t y o n e

T w e n t y o n e

Isabella's POV

'Hi?' I reply more of a question, he holds out his hand, smothered in rings and brackets, and I cautiously shake it, pulling away seconds later.

'You look like you've seen a ghost' He replies in his raspy tone, laughing under his breath.

I quickly realise the quite unwelcoming expression plastered on my face and smile lightly, putting the CD I had in my hand back on the rack.

'No I'm just not used to strangers introducing themselves spontaneously' I reply truthfully. He shoots me a half smile, before stepping closer to me, as if what he was about to say we're to be frown upon.

'I'm no stranger' he smiles. 'I know you... Isabella Fletcher' he almost whispers.

My mind races and suddenly I'm overwhelmed by the deafening feeling of fear.

I take in a sharp breath growing increasingly uncomfortable with the situation I'm in and take a step back, subtly trying to look around for Phil, although he's nowhere to be seen.

'You know Mia James?, or should I say Molly James?' he asks, and I gulp instantly.

I take a deep breath and step forward again. 'Excuse me I don't know who you think you are, or why you think you have the right to come up to me in public and treat me like this but I have no recollection of this Mia/Molly girl-' I rant, holding up my two fingers to air quotes '-so if I were you, i'd just fuck off'

His eyes widen and the smile on his face drops instantly, it were like I was a bomber and he was a victim. He seemed genuinely crushed.

'No no' he pleads. 'I don't mean it like that, I'm just missing an old friend' he grabs lightly onto my forearm and I immediately retract it, not liking feeling a loss of freedom.

After my father, I would never let anyone lay a hand on me; whether it was polite or aggressive.

I always swore that I would take care of myself.

'Goodbye' I say bluntly, walking out of the store regardless to the fact I completely forgot to say bye to Phil.

-

I walk into my apartment building, after what felt like years on the bus and walking block after block to the bus stop. The reception of my apartment block was very open yet desolate. As soon as you walked in the front doors you were welcomed by a large plant, surrounded by four benches. It reminded me of a shopping mall in some senses.

There was no reception desk, only 4 silver elevators, on two sides of the wall.

I walk over to the elevator on the nearest left and press the up button, before leaning on the side of the wall, with headphones in my ears drowning away reality with the sweet voice of Alex Gaskarth.

The door pings open and I step inside, waiting as the doors close and take me up to my room.

As soon as I walk into my apartment it feels like home, everything is where it should be and nothing is different.

I suppose there are some perks to living on your own.

I dump down my bag by the side table to the right of my door and proceed to walk through to the living area, the glass wall looking out across the sea of artificial lights.

I sigh in satisfaction and plop my tired body on the large white sofa, facing up at the quite boring ceiling.

My body begins to feel heavier and heavier as the minutes go by, sleep slowly luring me in, until I drift and drift falling deeper into my slumber.