Candour

Awkward fucking morning

The end of the corridor was a few feet away but each step I took seemed to pull me further from it. The two shadows chasing me were getting closer and I could hear their harsh hissing echoing in my head... calling my name. I reached my hand toward the light, trying to pull myself closer to the faint glow ahead- away from the darkness that was slowly closing in around me. A cold hand grasped the back of my neck, paralyzing my entire body. A deep sinister laugh filled the walls around me as I was engulfed in the darkness...

A sudden high pitched scream cut through the air, drowning out the dream. I jumped up awake in a cold sweat, banging my head on the bedpost. Shit, I must've rolled off the bed in my sleep again. The scream came from my neighbors on the opposite side of my bedroom wall. The frequent random bangs meant that the neighbors were probably up to their usual 'good morning' fuck. They definitely forgot to put a pillow against the wall this time.

Those fucking precious dumbasses. Ms. Dolores' orgasm was definitely the perfect alarm clock every morning. I stood and walked over to the wall bordering mine and the neighbors' apartment. I banged twice as hard as I could and yelled "THANK YOU!". It's our daily routine. When I first moved here it was quite uncomfortable to bear, but I've gotten used to our little threesome every morning.

I sit in my chair and set a timer for five minutes. That's around the time it takes for Kevin Toddler aka babyface (my neighbors' boyfriend) to make some shit excuse about how he's late for work. In reality he's leaving to visit his other girlfriend who lives halfway across the city.  She'll likely give him a blowjob before he leaves for his actual work. I know his entire routine, trust me I've done a shit ton of stalking. Yet I still don't understand how Ms. D is still oblivious to all this after two years, but I hate meddling in other confusing ass relationships.

*Beeep* My timer went off.

A few seconds later and I could hear faint mumbled voices followed by a front door closing. I guess I was a bit off with my timing. I could hear her shower turn on and smell the leftovers she heated in the oven from yesterday night. It was definitely some kind of pasta because that shit is hella strong. Casserole? I realize I have my face plastered to the wall and maybe I'm being a bit too obsessed with the woman next door. I back away from the wall and take a look at the room around me. It smells like unwashed laundry and polished wood. A stale stuffy smell, as if someone had forgotten to open the windows in the heat of midsummer. I felt no breeze so the windows definitely weren't open. The bustling of some far-off city could be heard if I payed close attention. I open my window and sprinkle some birdseed on the windowsill. I guess the birds weren't interested in the cheese I left out for them... Dont blame me, I have no fucking idea what birds eat. My phone starts to ring behind me. I already know it's my bestfriend, she checks on me every morning to make sure I didn't die in my sleep... or whatever the fuck her reason is. I can hear it, but I can't see it. I usually leave it on the desk but it's not there. I follow the sound to my bed and casually sort through my covers to find it. Must've dropped on the floor when I fell off last night. -

"Hello" I answer.

"HEY BABE, WHAT ARE U UP TO!" she responds in her cheery ass annoying voice. Even though I stopped caring about her months ago, I still love the way she's always happy no matter what happens. I love the way she annoys me by simply speaking.

"Just woke up, you good?"

"I'M FINE NUPPIE, I MISS YOU. I NEED TO TAKE CHARLES TO THE VET BUT WE CAN MEET UP LATER TONIGHT OKAY?" Yes, she calls me Nuppie. Don't give me shit for it because I fucking hate it. Charles is her six year old cat and it's female. She hates me just as much as I hate her, and I'm fine with it.

"Aight cool, I'll see you later Mafia." No, 'Mafia' is not a nickname. Her name is Mafia Pires.

"MWAH I'LL SEE YOU LATER BABE. I LOVE YOU BYEE." Followed by a stream of kissing noises and an end call tone. Happiness is beautiful, but too much can be overwhelming. I was glad that she ended without my response. I probably wouldn't have responded with "I love you too". 30 seconds... that's how long our call took. 30 seconds of my morning wasted already, and a lot more time will be wasted tonight when I meet up with her. I'll get what I have to do done before that, so I should be fine...
A message comes up on my screen.
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Skai: Hey baby
Me: Mornin
Skai: Did you see what happened to the prison?
Me: I haven't watched the news yet..
Skai: Part of the prison blew up and a fuck ton of inmates escaped.
Me: I'm sure they'll all be rounded up and put back or whatever.
Skai: No baby I'm scared, I'm not leaving my house.
Me: Aight Skai
Skai: IM FUCKING SERIOUS, THIS SHIT IS SCARY!
Me: I know, I'll drop by ur house with groceries later.
Skai: If I don't respond in the next 24 hours I've been shot or smthn
Me: Chill ur not dying, I'll see you later.
Skai: Fine...
Skai: Ily Sam.
Me: Ily2 Skai.
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