This wasn't the best place but it was just fine to me. I'd called a few days ago and they said I could move in. Now to get the rest of my shit.
I grabbed all that my small body could handle. I almost got to the elevator before dropping everything and laying on the floor, closing my eyes. This shits to hard right now.
"Are you alright?" A concerned voice asks me.
"I'm fine."
"Fine doesn't always mean fine, why don't I help you."
"No I ca" the guy crouched in front of me was cute, like really cute.
He smiles shyly and grabs the more heavier boxes. I grab the rest and hit the elevator button with my foot. I had to set some down to get the door unlocked. Being to lazy to pick them up I scoot them with my feet.
"Where do you want these."
"Um, there." I motion in a random direction.
"If you ever need anything I'm just a few floors up." He writes something down on a piece of paper.
"Thank you." I close the door behind him.
It was a studio apartment so it was nice and open. There was a rather large mattress on the floor, a few random chairs and a table. I put a blanket over the mattress and caccon myself in another. I'd get some stuff tommorow. Usually I'd go to bed early morning but today was exhausting.
The sound of cars and light streaming through the uncovered window was irritating but nothing a bottle of alcohol couldn't fix. My heavy eyes slip shut, putting me in a deep sleep.
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The sounds of honking and sirens woke me up. I look at my phone.
"It's to early for this shit." Without bothering getting dressed or even brush my hair I drag myself off the mattress. contemplating not going out until realizing there was no coffee and bright light was streaming through the window.
Not knowing where anything was I drive around until finding a familiar store. Wal-Mart.
I went straight to the coffee, then some icecream, hotdogs, curtains and other random shit I needed then something I thought I did. Alcohol. I also needed to find another weed dealer, shouldn't be hard here.
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Here I was again sobbing into my pillow. My chest felt like it was caving in, screams were burning in my throat to be let out. Once it calms down to sniffles and a face full of tears and snot I walk to the fridge. Icecream looked good. The creamy vanilla mixed with sweet chocolate chunks filled my mouth. It tasted so good I keep going until the container was empty. My stomach made an unhappy sound as it all came back up. I was a pathetic sight to look at, at least I knew it.
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FanfictionRickys mom just died and needs a new start. He moves to Chicago looking for ways to distract himself from his pain and mental illness. Much to his surprise he barely has to step outside his apartment to find it.
