Uncertain

Chapter 5

"I figured something out. Life is unpredictable." -John Green

~Michelle~
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I twist the key in my sweaty palm. I slowly turn the knob, revealing my huge penthouse with a gorgeous view of the city. From the 83rd floor up on Park Avenue 432, I can spot almost all of the buildings growing up to the sky like trees, windows as their leaves. I walk around my penthouse, made up of five rooms. First I go to my bedroom, a king sized mattress made with plain white sheets. A flatscreen TV lies across from it, all of my moms furniture as it was. A large window tops it all off near my bed, a whole wall of glass, only covered by a thick layer of blinds. To the left of my bedroom is a giant bathroom. A large circular bath hiding in the corner along with a shower diagonal to it, V-shaped with a nice seat to set towels on. A giant rack, supposedly for makeup, stands next to the shower, with an artsy mirror hovering above, like one you would see on Tumblr. I glance at myself. My hair's a mess, scribbles all over my smooth, paper-like hair. My lips are super chapped and an eyelash flutters onto my cheek.

In the Barbie like closet, there's a whole wall for shoes, dresses, casual clothes, and others, just like an arranged store. Except it's all empty. Well, someone's got to go shopping later.

The kitchen is wonderful, with a black refrigerator and some smooth wooden shelves. Everything is already clean due to the maid who used to come, but obviously stopped when my mom passed. A large whitish dining table takes up the middle of the room, and with that, three white stools where my mom, dad, and I used to sit. The beautiful tile floor is so detailed, each square identical to the next. I push open the door to see the room that belonged to me as a child when I would visit here. My trundle bed still sits lonely in the back corner, being toppled by my millions of pillows. I look in my closet, but all my clothes are gone. My mom must've taken them back with her during her last visit. It scares me how people never know the last time they could be doing something. Like, you could be hating school but you wouldn't know that it would be your last day if you died the next day. That's why I try to be nice to everyone, I never know when I'll see them next, or if I'll even get to.

I don't remember what the fifth room was, so I venture to find it. I run around in circles like an idiot until I find it by the entrance hallway, an engraved door with small flowers spreading along the perimeter. I pull the handle to see a cozy fireplace and a gorgeous red rug. It's a large room overlooking Central Park, but for some reason I don't remember it. I'd been here at least 7 times as a kid, why don't I remember it? I shrug it off and pounce on my bed, exhausted. I fall asleep it seems as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Flying through the night clouds, free like a dolphin in the open ocean water, the wind sends shivers down my spine. I look down to find myself soaring high above the city, high above my stress and my challenges. I crash into something hard, and before I know it, I'm in a hedge maze. I run through it, curious as to find out what's centering it. I reach a dead end and the skyscraper tall hedges seem to be closing in on my helpless self.

An excruciating loud knock sounds at my door, awaking me from my confusing dream. I check my alarm clock I carried with me, reading 4:56AM. Who could it be at this hour? I groan in frustration as I stand up slowly yet falling over, my legs still asleep. I make my way out of my spectacular new room and down through the narrow, tan hallway, finally reaching the door. It's pouring rain, the droplets pounding on my patio. I peer through the peephole, and don't believe my eyes. Quinn? I throw open my door immediately to find Quinn, trenched from both rain and tears.

"Quinn? What're you doing here? It's freaking 4 in the morning?!" I yell, half because I'm annoyed, half because I'm worried and the rain is drowning out my eardrums. Quinn takes off his soaked hoodie and walks inside.