sometimes you gotta b l e e d to know
that you're a l i v e and have a soul
{ SHORT STORY }
W A R N I NG * this story contains strong language, along with mentions of suicide, self harm, and other topics that may be triggering * READ WITH CAUTIO...
i looked around the bland apartment; empty other than all the boxes strung across the floor and the furniture. i sighed as i picked up a box and set it on the counter. i cut open the take holding it shut with a box knife, and began unpacking plates and bowls and other essential items for my new kitchen.
after finishing the boxes for the kitchen, i decided i would unpack the boxes for my bedroom and my bathroom. i grabbed two boxes filled with my bedroom essentials and started my journey up the 8-step stairway.
i saw a door at the end of the rather short hallway upstairs, and pushed it open with my hip. i walked in and my eyes scanned a large room with a bed, desk, and my personal favorite part: a bay window. i sat the boxes down on my bed and ran over to sit in the bay window. i looked over the city of columbus, ohio, and realized how happy i was to be here.
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i took a step back and took a look at the fairy lights i had just strung across the head board of my bed. i smiled in satisfaction and plopped down onto the bed, which was newly made with plain white sheets. i looked at my macbook that was laying at the foot of my bed before reaching down to grab it. i searched for local coffee shops, because that's what i was mostly in need for; coffee.
grabbing my coat, phone, and converse i walked out of my bedroom and down the little stairway and stopped at a barstool at the island to put my shoes on my feet. i finished the last loop in my shoe laces and hopped down. i looked across the room and frowned. i still had a lot of boxes. oh well.
i walked out the door, looking at my feet as i walked. i heard the creak of a door opening as i turned to look over my shoulder. i saw a man-maybe around my age- walking towards me as he typed something on his phone. i couldn't really see his face since he was looking down, but he looked familiar somehow. i shrugged it off and kept walking. i walked down the stairs and walked to the door leading out of the apartment building.
i pushed on the door, but furrowed my eyebrows when it wouldn't open. i sat there pushing and pushing, but it just wouldn't open. i heard a chuckle from beside me and i looked out of the corner of my eye
"you're supposed to push," he said in a matter-of-factly way. i face-palmed myself and i turned to look at him, but my smile faded away and my mouth gaped open.
