forever dead

first

// november 1st

a big atrium was filled with bright light, with bundles of it. the roof was made completlely out of glass. it give a nice touch to the furniture ; it seemed inspirational, big, nice. there wasn't much furniture in it ; a huge bed at the right side of the room, a big writing desk including a chair, some counters, a cooker and a fridge on the other side of the room, and some closets on the sides. the inside was mostly empty ; it seemed like the atrium was before used by an artist, a writer, a person with inspiration. there were two doors, one leading out, and the other leading to a quite nice bathroom. and florence was delighted with her choice of an apartment.

a blonde hair girl has always lived with her parents, was now on her own ; living in an apartment and starting college. yes, she has been that far from home a hundred times, but she has never lived somewhere else like that. she wasn't used to it. in the corner of the atrium were three suitcases ; she slowly started unpacking while thinking about college and how it'll go. she was quite nerveous to be honest.

her sketchbooks were neatly sorted through the book shelves ; every one of them had a number written on the cover of it, and currently there were sixty-three of them - she was just finishing her sixthy-fourth. she wrote poems and sketched all over them ; they were bits of her mind. she liked everything nice clean and neat, so she'd clean up after herself all the time.

her iphone ringed and she hurried to pick it up ; her mum would be really stressed out every time she didn't pick up her phone. but when she looked at the screen, it was a hidden number. but she didn't stress about it too much, it has happened before that her mum or her dad would play with their phones and mess something up, and then it'd show as a hidden number. she answered and expected to hear a voice, but there was quietness at the other side of the line. » yes ? « she slowly managed to get out of her throat. she waited for a bit ; everything was still quiet. » who is it ? « her voice broke, feeling a bit scared about the unknown call. » answer me ! « she merely managed. the line was still quiet for a minute or so ; then the voice on the other side answered. » you are mine, and you better watch out. « and it hung up. the voice was clearly coming from a man ; it was raspy and sounded kind of rough. and florence just stood there feeling scared, and thought who could it be. maybe someone just found her number on the internet, since she posted that she was looking for an apartment and added her number - but that was like a month ago - or maybe it was someone she knew just playing pranks with her. maybe someone just typed a random number and called, you could never know what weirdos were behind the computer or the phone. she felt a bit calmed down, thought that she has nothing serious to worry about - besides college - and went to make herself some tea. she refused to stress around small things ; she'd have enough to stress about when she'd start college courses tomorrow morning.

at night, when she lied down in her bed, she covered herself with the warm blanket and thought. she had never imagined she'd leave paris ; there were a lot of colleges there, too. good colleges. but then she got a scholarship for sarah lawrence. for the writing academics. and of course she took it, who wouldn't. it just scared her - the fact that she was now in a new environment. living a new life. she had known almost nobody ; except her pen friend of years, emily, and alicia, the girl living down stairs who would start at the same college course in the same class as her. and they liked each other, which was great. she was quite terrified of what will happen to her in the next four or five years. deep inside, she'd knew it'll be okay, that nobody will do harm to her, that she'll meet some nice people and continue her life as usual ; in a positive way. that with days and weeks she'll get to know the town and find new routes for running. but she was still scared ; that maybe they won't accept her, maybe accidents will start happening to her, usual stuff. but she knew it'll be okay. that she'll be okay. as always until now. and oh boy, how wrong was she.

she woke up in the middle of the night. first thing she saw was the dark sky above her and numerous of stars that were almost dancing on the dark blue surface. she couldn't quite think of what woke her up, but then she felt her phone vibrate next to her once again. she was suprised ; why is her phone ringing in the middle of the night, for gods sakes ? maybe it was her mum ; after all, the time zones were changed. and by calculations, it was around eight or nine in the morning. she picked up the phone to find out that it was a hidden number again ; she wondered for a bit if it'd be smart to answer, but then she just shrugged and hung up the phone. who cares, anyways. she tried to go back to sleep, but the phone vibrated again. seeing the hidden number, she hung up. it continued to happen like that ; but after four or five calls, flo gave up and answered. she had enough vibrating for now. » hello ? « she answered, noticing her french accent was highly noticable when she spoke in english. » you are going to be mine. « the voice spoke. » forever. « and he hung up. flo was left confused. she was pretty sure it was the same person that called her in the afternoon, too. well, he had the same voice. if it was he, of course... she was scared. she was scared that it might be serious. and she was scared about what it meant. who was he that thought she'd be his ? and forever ? it was weird and creepy, she thought while she drifted off back to sleep.