Ashton
I was curious. Why wouldn't she open the door?
I placed my chin in the palm of my hand. Just then Marcus walked in. He was given a better and higher paid job in the apartment block, allowing me to take his place as the doorman.
"Hey kid, what's gotten you down?" He asked giving me a friendly slap on the back.
"Just stuff" I shrugged standing up from the seat to open the door for the women who came came walking past with her stroller.
"C'mon tell me, see if I can help" Marcus leaned his thick figure against the desk behind him.
"The person who lives in apartment number 129" I mumbled turning towards Marcus who seemed to have locked his jaw, concern enveloped his hooded brown eyes.
"Firstly, you don't want to get yourself in that girls business. I'm telling you Ashton, she's got this mental issue. She hasn't even left that room in 5 years" He explained.
My mouth jaw dropped slightly in shock and I stared at him waiting for an explanation but he remained quiet.
"That's so long" I raised my eyebrows, "do you know why?" I asked.
Marcus simply shrugged. "I'm advising you to stay away from her, kid" he slapped my back once more before bidding farewell and making his way into the now open lift.
I could help the curiosity that slowly took over me. I couldn't let it take over, that's that girls business and I promised myself to stay out of it.
Brushing my hair out of my eyes I headed behind the desk and took a seat at the chair slumping back.
Just then the local pharmacist walked in with a white paper bag.
"Delivery for Scarlet Appleyard, door number 129" his thick Italian accent spat out with his words.
"Thanks, I'll be sure to bring that up for her" I took the bag and placed it on the table behind me. "Have a good day, Sir" I tipped my hat, speeding to hold the door open to him, without a word, the man walked out and hopped into his bike.
I glanced at the paper bag, my curiosity was getting too much to handle.
I can't look inside, I told myself over and over again.
It's not my business, I repeated after each word.
My hands gripped the paper bag as I peered inside. 3 bottles of pills lay inside. My trembling hand reached in pulling bottle out.
Lexapro
It was an usual name.
I pulled out another bottle.
Buspirone
The words yet still remained unknown.
The last bottle made my eyes widen.
Prozac
