3:57 a.m., Saturday, November 1
Closet, 24th Floor Apartment, Lower Manhattan
I am writing this down as quickly and silently as possible. Wireless landline phone in hand, ready to call the police. Or the exorcist. Whichever applies.
I honestly cannot believe this. Seriously. She is still in my apartment. I literally had to hide in my closet just to keep myself safe.
My day started out really well, you know. It was Friday. The school toilet actually smelled nice, and for once, there was enough toilet paper to supply all of the 2,000 students in Buckminsterfullerene High School.
So, yeah. I was really enjoying the day. Happily going around and doing my thing without a single care in the world.
That was until I got home.
I was greeted by the state of rush and panic going on about the foyer. My Mom, Dad and older brother were all dressed in formals, running around to get themselves together as they gathered things such as wrapped presents, bouquets of flowers and suitcases along the entryway. It turns out, they were about to leave for some family gathering and badly tried to drag me along with them; telling me that it's been a while since I've seen our extended family. Knowing that it was just a euphemism for some other obnoxious reason for me to go, I hesitated. I'm not that dumb.
Well, I mean, it's not that I dislike my family or anything. It's just that, the last time I saw them was when my uncle Greg decided that it would be a brilliant idea to style his hair into a stiff bob in order to look like Anna Wintour - his "fashion icon". I obviously didn't want to see anything of that sort ever again. Having to deal with my loud nosy aunts during family gatherings was torture enough.
Plus, the gathering was all the way across the river in Mantoloking, New Jersey. I was way too tired to have to endure all that traffic at this time of the evening.
And just like that, my parents and brother had left for the gathering - which I later learned was actually my bimbo cousin's wedding to her new bohunk husband. The fourth one, to be exact. She's been divorced three times over the past eight years. Talk about true love.
As soon as I was left home alone, I immediately started my Friday night ritual of ordering Chinese takeout from East Bowl so I could pig out on Orange Chicken while doing my homework; One Direction songs blasting from the living room's sound system.
I was in the middle of stabbing my Orange Chicken out of frustration with my chopsticks when Katy Perry's "Swish Swish" suddenly started playing in my head. It was pretty faint to be honest, but, it was starting to block out One Direction's "No Control"; my favorite song which I had playing on repeat from my playlist through the sound bar.
Like so, I finally decided to take a small break from finding derivatives in order to get up for a glass of water. Doing homework was absolutely useless without loud pop music playing in the background. And no matter how many complaints I get from my apartment building for all the "loud guitar and music after 10 pm", I will always and forever listen to my favorite songs in full blast. I can't really blame myself, to be honest. I just wanted to get my work done. Despite having to increase the volume of the sound bar in order to do so.
I know I sound like an ignorant byatch. But, whatever.
I walked back to the living room to get to the sound bar; a glass of water in hand. The song "Swish Swish" was starting to get annoying so I hurriedly pressed the buttons to the sound bar in order to further increase the volume. I didn't really know what was wrong with me at that moment, but, for some reason, I just found the song really irritating. Which was weird because I usually find it quite catchy.
"Swish Swish", I mean. Not "No Control".
As I was busy fiddling with the sound bar, the doorbell suddenly rang startlingly loud. For a second, I thought it was one of my parents or my brother, coming back because they forgot something. Hence, ringing the doorbell loudly bc of how
2024 side note. Writing gradually got bad and 2019 self never finished this. i don't think I ever will.
