Short Stories/Dreams

New Apartment (Second Version)

"Yo! Bro!" My best guy yelled, coming up to me. "There's a new vacant apartment in my tenement building now! Come on, you can move in!"

"No offense, brotha," I rolled my eyes as I spoke, "but your tenement is so cheap and disgusting, I wouldn't be surprised if rats lived in the walls!" He grew a little quiet, staring at me with wide eyes.

"Kinda," he whispered under his breath, thinking I wouldn't hear him. "Anyways! Come on, I'll show you." He grabbed my arm and pulled me to his apartment building, a few blocks away.

It looked rundown and like no one would want to live there. I rolled my eyes. No way was this place in my top ten places to live.

"Bro, give it a chance! It's not that bad. We get free wifi...although it's not that fast...and they pay for Netflix...but only if you pay extra for your apartment..." I rolled my eyes.

"No way." I tried to finalize, trying to make my tone stern, but he just pulled me through the doors. No doormen, either. Great.

I glanced around the lobby. No buzzers, of course not, I thought. Alex stood by, watching me look around, before pulling me to the front desk. "My friend here wants the vacant apartment," he rushed out, covering my mouth. The manager smiled and handed me a key.

"We'll come by and get your money later," he croaked. "He knows what might happen, right?" He asked Alex, ignoring me. Alex shook his head. "Perfect!" The manager grinned.

"What the hell was that about?" I yelled at Alex as he pushed me towards the stairs. The elevator was broken. This apartment building was looking better and better.

"Stuff happens on your first night," he explained vaguely. "The owners of the building decide whether or not you're allowed to live here."

"Wha-" he shoved me into my 'new' apartment, cutting me off by slamming the door. I tried to open it, but it was locked from the outside.

"Alex," I shouted, kicking the door. "Let me out!" I didn't get a reply.

I turned around, sighing, and leaned against the door. Alex had locked me in, so I might as well stay, seeing as this floor was 5 stories up and I wasn't jumping from that.

I heard a creaking noise, coming from another room in my apartment. I froze, grabbing my knife from my back pocket. It's the ghetto; what do you expect me to carry around, an ice cream cone?

A door opened, and the creaky floor alerted me that someone was coming. I held my knife out in front of me, ready to hurt them.

"Young man..." An elderly woman whispered as she came forward. "You don't deserve to live here."

"I know! It's horrible. I didn't want to live here," I yelled. She continued walking forward, until she could touch my chest with her shaking hands.

"We can get you out," she whispered, looking up at me slyly.

"Please do!" I yelled. She grabbed the knife from my hand, that I had subconsciously lowered, and stabbed me. I collapsed to the floor. She kicked my dying body, before turning to leave.

"Be careful what you wish for, especially to someone who lives in the walls," she sneered.

I wheezed and gasped, cupping where my blood was spilling out. The door unlocked from outside, and someone pushed the door open, before the manager's face hovered over me.

"What is your bank account password?" He asked quickly, holding out a clipboard. "You don't need money anymore. You're going to die. So give us yours."

"3452," I wheezed out the passcode to my phone, before whispering, "911." He stared at me, confused. "I-I just called the police on y-you," I stammered.

He grabbed my phone from my pocket, glaring at the screen, before throwing it at the window. It broke the thin glass, and fell from 5 stories. I mumbled my last words, "I don't have a bank account," as I lowered my head and went to 'sleep'.

This one wasn't as good as my first version, sorry.