Despair (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2 - Hello Beautiful !

Chapter 2 - Hello Beautiful!

           After being in the hospital for a 3 more days I was released and I am now standing in front of apartment number 805 on floor 66, I contemplated whether I should go inside or not. I made it this far right. As soon as I stepped into the lobby of my complex I looked around to find anything remotely familiar but I just got shocked expressions and angry glares from people around. Shocked expressions I understood but the glares? I silently questioned. Then it hit me, what kind of person was I before this. Was I the bubbly neighbor that everyone loved, that suggestion quickly left my mind, as I remembered the angry glares I received from people. Maybe I was the bitchy neighbor that nobody liked. That one made more sense to me.

  When I walked up to the front desk to get spare keys to my apartment, the receptionist literally rolled her eyes at me.  I ignored her gesture and grinned at her. "Hi I'm Penelope Young and I'm sure Julia warned you ahead of time, that I needed to pick up my keys." I finished with a small smile. At first her eyes widen and her mouth slightly opened then she gave me a confused look. She grabbed the keys and roughly slid them to me and started typing loudly on her computer. I made a mental note to ask Charlie about that because it seems that I'm not most liked person in this complex judging by the looks I kept getting on my way to the elevator.

         Finally unlocking the door, I took in a deep breath and pushed it opened.

         Walking in I see a small table pushed up against the wall with unopened envelopes on top. I should go through those sometime soon. I thought to myself. Walking in more into the apartment, I see an very clean, modern living room with a black and white furniture. Everything about this room screams plain to me. Although I do have a massive collection of books that takes most of wall, there is no personal photos anywhere, just paintings. I walk up to one of the painting behind the black swayed couch and examine it. Its a very depressing painting of a little boy sitting alone on the edge of a dock at night, looking at his own reflection in the water. The painting itself was beautiful but what's depressing is the boy, who appears to be staring at himself cry. I frowned at this. Why would I buy sad art work and display it in my own home.

        Walking passed the painting I find myself in front of a white door, I assumed it was a closet, but opening it up I see its my bedroom. Just like the living room, My room is also black and white themed. I walked up to my queen sized bed and felt the black silky comforter. Opening a small drawer next to the left side of my bed, I see papers, pens and a book. I took out the book and blushed. Fifty Shades of Grey. I felt naughty knowing that I would read this on my spear time. I pictured myself for Charles Dickens kind of reader. Putting the book back in its place, I walked to the closet, Which happens to be a walk-in closet, I looked at my wardrobe.  Which consisted of pencil skirts and blouses. There were occasionally formal pants here and there but never plain ol' jeans. I needed to go shopping.  I also had an endless amount of high heels and flimsy undergarments.  I think I was a fan of lace because that is all I found in my underwear drawers.

      On that note I left the closet. I walked up to the white curtains on the right side of the room and I was met with a huge sliding door. I opened it slowly, and was welcomed with a slightly cold breeze. I walked out into the scene of the crime, this is were it happened. This is were I left my memories behind. Walking up to the rail , I grasped it. I though maybe being here at the very place were it all happened, that maybe just maybe my memories would find there way to my mind. But I was just met with sadness and disappointment. I was broke away from my self pity, when I heard a knock on my door. Closing the sliding door behind me, I walked past the big white and black dresser to dispose any evidence of my tears.