Consumed

Welcome

I found that my quite large feet attached to my relatively long legs kept at a dismal pace as I dawdled home through the paved alleys of my hometown. The howling wind was as fierce as a newly born wolf on the night of the fullest moon and the sky above glowed an erratic navy (some places being darker and others not so much), but was as clear as blank paper, showing no signs of the rainy clouds I saw yesterday creeping in from the East.

The enchanting moon confidently rose, enlightening the darkness consuming it. Cheerfully, the stars joined it, but I guess the Earth itself was whirling around rather than the stars rising above. And with that latter thought, I was home.

Whilst wondering through the tiny shared garden, I could see Oceans sweet little fingers holding aside the mangled curtains as she peered at me from the tattered apartment window, awaiting my presence. Since I'd lost my only key the day before, I clicked on the white button for my floor and patiently anticipated until she buzzed me up. Swinging open, the electronic, heavy metal door allowed me to pass inside and I clambered up the stairs leading to the front door of our apartment. My left hand rested firmly on the handle, giving me a chance to think all the way back to the last time I had spoken with my baby sister. We'd gotten into a fight and I had spent so much time with my mind lingering on Aryia that I hadn't decided how I was going to make everything up to her. Oh well!

I slammed the door shut behind me and stood on the welcome mat, listening for movement from the room, in which a few seconds earlier I had seen Ocean looking out at me from. Not a sound was heard. I gently balanced my rucksack against the wall brushing up to my side. The musty walls were nude and ruined, bearing faint food stains and other unknown substances that had been tossed about the house only a mere few months latter. Where the beige carpet once laid, there was rotting planks of oak, of which one (on the other side of me) had a large hole in, therefore exposing the silver bars underneath.

I walked on, cautiously pausing at the bedroom door and listening once again for any sounds. Again, nothing. Heading straight in, I silently closed the door after me; cringing to myself as the insides of my dirty trainers squelched with damp from the poorly stolen rug. It was fraying on all four edges and had three horrendous tears through the middle since I'd gotten it caught on the window ledge whilst showing myself out of our neighbours living room.

Sighing, I bent down on one knee and undid my knotted laces, throwing my shoes to the side. I then flopped face first onto my mattress in the far corner of the compact room, not caring to give a second thought to my little sister or how she was feeling. Fatigued by the strange day, I fell straight into a deep sleep, my last thought being Aryia's cherry red lips and how delicious they must taste.

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