A Long Summers Day

Chapter 1

I find the number on the call box 218B. I ring it and hear a light buzz. The door opens and I take my first trip of things up to the elevator. I carry three suitcases, and my purse. One is in my right the other in my left, and one on my shoulder cuddling my purse. I climb into the vacant elevator, put my bags down and grip the railing. My mother comes to mind. I try to bring back what little memory I have left. It makes my heart ache, as hot tears well up in my eyes. I press the button, and the elevator jerks. I grip the railing harder and rest my head on the wall. My ribs, and arms still ache from the accident. I pull my sleeves up, and look down. Purple, yellow, green colored bruises cover my arms from my shoulder all the way to my wrist. I lift up my shirt, and saw my bruises across my chest and lowering all the way to my belly button. I had a cut on my leg and a slight bruise on my left knee. I winced when I touched my arms. I pull my shirt and sleeves down. The elevator door opens, and I climb out. I stroll down the hall, and find the room. I put my hand on my head, and feel a cut right by the edge of my scalp. I hadn't realized it before, but I have gotten use to finding wounds. I fish they keys out of my pocket and put them into the lock and turn. I open the door into my new life.

The apartment is small, but not confiding. It's the perfect place. The perfect place for me to start over.

The apartment was a one bedroom, one bath. It had three big windows, each resting comfortably  side by side. The paint job was a shade of green. Kind of like a tree  green, but with a mixture of yellow. It wasn't the most beautiful color,  but it would suffice. I took four trips from my car to my apartment. I  then spent the entire afternoon hanging up pictures, putting clothes  away etc. Around eight o'clock or so I decided to take a shower. I got  undressed and just looked at myself. My bruises covered almost my entire  body, and the cuts and scrapes filled up the rest. I looked like  something out of a horror movie. I turned around and spotted my tattoo.  Of course I could barely make out the ink impression under neath my  purple green colored skin. Even though I couldn't see it, I knew it was  there. And it brought tears to my eyes and made my checks hot, and my  chest ache. It was a tattoo of a butterfly flying with a bird. My mom  was the bird, and I the butterfly. I turned on the shower and washed my  hair, and attempted to wash the rest of me, but it was to painful. I got  out and stumbled into my room. I pulled open my dresser drawer and got a  pair of sweatpants. I went into  my closet and took an old T-shirt, my  moms T-shirt. I brushed out my hair and pulled it into a pony tail. I  glanced at my side table and saw my picture of me and my brother, and my  father. He died when I was eight and my brother Henry didn't take it very well. I  went into the kitchen opened the fridge and put together what some would  call a meal. I flicked on the T.V and started surfing channels. Then I  heard a knock at the door. I was confused, I didn't know anyone in New York, so who would be at my door? I walked cautiously  towards the door. I stood on my tiptoes to look through the peep hole.  It was too dark to make out a face. I held my breath reached for the door  knob and pulled.

It was a guy. A very handsome guy for that matter. He was tall, about 6'3. He had bright blue eyes, eyes that you could get lost in if you weren't to careful. His hair was like a sandy blonde, but with brunette roots. I looked him up and down and found myself looking at his frame. His muscular frame, but not too muscular.

" Can I help you? " I mean I didn't want to be rude, but there is guy at my door at 9 o'clock at night, who you don't even know.

" Hi I'm Adam, I didn't mean to be here so late, I wanted to come over earlier, but I saw you were busy. "

I raised my eyebrow, what the hell is this guy doing here. Got to admit I'm a little weird-ed out.

" Like I said, can I help you? " That did come out a little ruder than I expected.