Silhouette

Chapter Three

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It was as if I was in a trance. I couldn't feel anything. Everything was going in slow motion but moving really quickly at the same time.

My legs gave way and I crashed to the floor. I grazed my index finger against the blade of the razor many times and wondered if the blade would be sharp enough. I eyed a crimson red bead of blood glided down my finger.

Just as I was holding up the razor to my wrist and reopen the white scars on my ugly skin, I heard a loud crash from the apartment beside me. That jolted me out of my reverie and I stared at the razor in horror.

No. I should not and I would not be so stupid. Hurting myself again? For a guy like him? I would be damned if I ever went back to that state again.

I roughly wiped the tears streaming down my face with the sleeve of my shirt and reminded myself yet again that he was not worth it.

Taking a deep breath to steady my racing heartbeat, I closed my eyes and imagined a big cardboard box in my brain. I rapidly stuffed all the heartache, all the sadness and anger I felt into the box and closed it shut. I would analyze all those nasty feelings another day.

Though my legs felt like jelly, I forced them to withstand my weight and got out of the bathroom quickly. I did not want to spend any more time there.

As soon as I stepped into my living room, I breathe the smell of paint and arched my back into a stretching position. Today was going to be a good day, I told myself. Good vibes only.

I made my way over to my latest painting and uncovered the white sheet that kept prying eyes from seeing something that I held so dear to my heart. I furrowed my eyebrows, picked up my paintbrush and pallet, and was about to paint the first stroke of the day when I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in, Mom! You have a key." I hollered at the door before sitting down heavily on my high stool, eyes focused on the canvas in front of me.

But there was another knock on the door. I got up from my stool and made my way to the door, careful not to step on the wet paints and splashes of water I had drizzled on the hardwood floor.

"Did you forget your keys or something, Mom?" I asked while swinging the door open. And there revealed a guy, a stranger might I add, standing at my door with a cheeky grin on his face.

"Hey," He said while sending me a cheeky smirk.

I stared dumbfoundedly at him.

"You're not... you're not my Mom," I said in a state of confusion.

"Yeah, well about that... Do I have a really feminine knock or something?"

"I... uhh, HUH?" I gaped in confusion.

"Well, this is awkward. I don't exactly speak alien, but I'll try my best!" He said while brushing his bangs out of his eyes.

"Uhh, my name is Lucas. I live next uhh, door. That loud sound HUHH? Was from me." He said nodding his head at the flat next to mine to indicate which unit he stayed at. The door was slightly ajar and I could see sheets of paper all over the floor if I stared long enough. Not that I was looking or anything.

"Okay, first of all, don't be annoying and don't add those weird sound effects in the middle of your sentence. I can understand you just fine. And secondly, nice to meet you? I'm Willow." I replied back to him giving him more attitude than I really should.

"Wow, feisty. Just my type." Lucas said while casting me yet another cheeky smirk. And I simply rolled my eyes at him, my cheeks most definitely not a burning shade of red. I looked at his slightly opened door again and a devious thought popped up in my brain.

"Well, it was nice meeting you. Bye." I said while closing my door shut with more force than I had intentionally wanted to. This caused the wall connecting my door and his to vibrate which caused his door to shut on him.

I giggled as I heard him curse while banging on his closed-door which now locked him out of his own flat.

I laughed even harder as I heard him knock on my door aggressively. Looks like his two brain cells finally connected the dots and realized what I just did.

Living here would be... Interesting, to say the least.

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Hi. Well... Sorry, it took me so long to complete this chapter. I wasn't in the best place mentally and I just felt like I needed a little break.

I don't really know how I want this story to flow but I do have some exciting plans for it and I cannot wait to share it with you guys. Who knows when my next update would be, but I am so happy to be able to come back here and write for you guys again.

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Paris