Kassidy is miserable. About her life, about who she is, about everything. Growing up, she only had his mother, she never met her father. She had no siblings. She left home as soon as college was over. She achieved everything, education, she finished high school and college. She got a job that pays above minimum wage. But somehow she felt incomplete.
Her mother was states away, the only thing she had was hope. Hopes of she would meet someone, someone who would make her happy. Sure she had her coworkers, but that's just that, just coworkers. She never got along, so she never had friends.
Kassidy arrives at her apartment building, she walks straight to the elevator, her heels clicking on the floor. She presses the button, illuminating it in white. She walks in, pressing the number 3, watching as the silver metallic doors close in, but soon were stopped when a girl comes rushing in, out of breath and was carrying four huge Target bags.
The unknown girl walks in, her blonde hair in a mess. The girl was about to press, but she sees three was already illuminated. "Oh. We're on the same floor. I just moved in today." She says as she turns to Kassidy.
"I'm Erina." She grins at Kassidy. "Kassidy." Kassidy says as she forces a smile. She was never good with people. She always acted weird around them. But with this girl, she was a bit comfortable. "I would shake your hand, but um, you got your hands full." Kassidy says.
"Yeah. That's fine." Erina chuckles. Before silence could surround them, the elevator dings at opens, signalling they have arrived at third floor. "Do you need help with that? Those look heavy." Kassidy offers.
Usually, when she meets new people, she knows if she's going along with them or not. Being raised as a small town girl, in a small town in Maine, she got used to humble, gentle and polite people, not like the people in here in the big city of New York.
"Sure, if that's no trouble at all?" Erina says. "It's fine." Kassidy shrugs as she carries two of the bags while Erina carries the other two. "What's your apartment number?" Kassidy asks. "307." Erina answers.
"Seriously?" Kassidy asks, stopping to turn to Erina. "Seriously. Why?" Erina asks. "My apartment is just across from yours. I'm 304." Kassidy says. "Does that mean we'll hang a lot?" Erina asks, cheekily.
Erina unlocks her apartment as she opens the light. As she takes the bags from Kassidy. Kassidy shakes her head, "I really wouldn't count on that." Erina sets the bags on her kitchen counter, as she gestures for Kassidy to enter. "How so? Are you always gone?" Erina asks.
"I'm just really not good with people, and my apartment's a mess, really." Kassidy says, not moving from her spot. "Oh, that's fine." Erina waves her hand dismissively. "Would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow?" Erina asks.
Yes, yes, yes, Kassidy thought. But she was in doubt. What if she scares this person away with her negativity? What if Erina ends up hating her? "Uh, I'll think about it." Kassiday says as she leaves the room without saying a goodbye and heads towards her room.
She shuts the door as she shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath. She sits down by her laptop and checks her email. None. None from her mother. None from anyone. She tried to contact her mother everyday. But everyday, no response. Some people would've just shrugged it off, snd forget it. But Kassidy couldn't. She couldn't. Somehow she felt that in so.r way, all she had was her mother. But seemed that Kassidy has lost her too.
Her shoulders slump onto thr chair as she felt tears stream down her cheeks. As she buries her face in her hands, trying to muffle her cries. She stood up, and looks at the mirror, trying to tell herself that she can get through this. But this time it was different. She couldn't.
Out of frustration, she punched the mirror, as glass cracked up, her fists had attracted a few of the shards, causing it to bleed. But none of that mattered to her, she was sad, and she had no one. She cried and cried.
She didn't feel the blood trickling down her hand. But rather, she could feel the blood in her veins drown out. She was tired. She just wanted to rest. She just wanted to end it all.
Eventually, she had the strength to stop crying, clean her wound and banadage it and drift herself off to sleep.
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this is shorter for what i usually go for but the next chapter will make up for it.
drafted: july 10, 2018
published: august 3, 2018
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ghost of you 》 luke hemmings
Fanfiction"Has anyone ever told you that suicide is not the answer?" "I don't have anyone." //
