Sometimes things don't go the way you plan, no, actually things will never go the way you want. Adjusting to the situation sure is hard too. I pulled the last box from the moving truck. Briefly thanking the movers. I hauled it up the stairs to the apartment door. I slightly cursed undear by breath at the elevator maintenance men working right now. But excersice supposedly gives you endorphin so I guess I don't mind (I sure needed this). Once inside I flopped on the cool tile floor. How exhausting. It was barely noon, but I had been up before sunrise.
I took a look around the vast space. It felt quiet, empty, and most of all lonely.
I brushed the thoughts off and sat up opening some boxes. I don't own very much now that I think about it. Just three boxes filled with clothes and books, random trinkets I wanted to keep. In the living room I set up the bookshelf. Organizing alphabetically of course. The couch was set in the middle of the living room with a lovely black nightstand lamp. It was pretty minimal. With only the necessary furniture and limited equipment. A bathroom and bedroom down the hall, then kitchen and living area out front by the door. Maybe it wasn't actually a lot of space. But for one person it felt vast. Before I could unbox another item. I felt a vibration in my front pocket. I inhaled sharply and answered swiftly.
"Hello" my palms began to feel clammy and sweaty.
"I heard you've begun to settle in. I will be sending a monthly allowance. I don't care what you do with it. You've been enrolled to the nearest high school, I will be forwarding the rest of the enrollment information. I'll check in every now and then. However refrain from contacting me. Lastly, don't make any trouble for me" the man spoke in a monotone attitude. Before I could open my mouth and reply the line dropped.
The conversation sent me in a spiral. With a heavy heart I sighed deeply. Isn't this a little unfair? Cruel? What exactly did I do to deserve all this? To be tossed aside. Why couldn't he love me? An overwhelming sense of impending doom filled me. What am I even supposed to do now?
Few tears trickled down my cheeks. I clentched my eyes closed pulling away at the water with the palms of my hands. After several minutes in the dead silence I composed myself. I don't want to keep thinking about it. Lets keep unboxing. The utensils, furniture, and anything else that needed to be ripped from plastic and given its place. They all fit in their right spots. Unsurprisingly this was brisk. The movers did most of the work hauling things where I pleased. Officially settling in I sat on the comfy brown cotton based couch. It's a nice feeling when I finish something, a moment of productions peace. That I subconsciously took advantage of slumping my legs over on the soft fabric.
I thought I would just rest my eyes.
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