My Downstairs Neighbor

My Downstairs Neighbor

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I sat on the edge of my cold bathtub holding a face towel in my left hand. All I could think about was 'Why me..' why did this have to happen to me..' I let the tears silently fall down my face. I felt the warmth of the tears trickle down my cheek and onto my hand. I took the now cool face towel that contained my blood and went over to rinse it out in the sink. I turned on the water to warm and rang the towel out a couple times until I had enough courage to look at my face in the mirror. 'It's not that bad this time. It's not that bad .' I squeezed my eyes shut before I opened them. What I saw next in the mirror brought the tears back to my eyes I was scared to leave till finally i got the courage to try. I was running down the flight if stairs till I bumped into someone. Their arms caught me and I felt secure and safe. Not the arms of the monster that once said he loves me and beat me to a pulp. I looked into the eyes of the man. When I heard him speak his voice was like and angel sent from heaven. My name is Madison Adams and this is my story about my Downstairs Neighbor.
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In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.

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