Alone?...

Inspiration came from Woo : Their book is amazing and if you haven't read it you should!

I often felt alone... It felt like the world had turned its back on me... Atleast so I thought...

Ordinary as it seemed I was 19 and moving out of my parents house... My mother had her handkerchief in her hands while she wiped her tears with it. My father was glad to get rid of me, he didn't like me. All because I was supposed to be born male, but I ended up with the female middle part and a flat chest... He didn't want to call me daughter, only son... I loaded the boxes from the ground into the backseat of my car. My mother walked down from the lawn but my father grabbed her shoulder, she nudged his hand away and continued to walk to me. She grabbed my sleeve and pulled me into a hug, she tightened her grip and sobbed. I hugged her back, I glanced at my father, who was just standing there, giving mother an disappointed look. He meet my Icy white blue eyes with his Chocolate brown eyes, my pupils turned into slits as he cleared his throat, sweat breaking on his skin. Mother pulled away from the hug and covered my cheeks with red lipstick. She took a step back and turned around and walked back to where father was standing. His eyes barely managed to meet mine, sweat still rolling down his face.

I closed the back door and got into my car and started it, the engine let out a low growl then started. I smiled and waved good bye to my mother and I flipped my father off as I drove off. I turned on the radio and listened to "Whiskey glasses" by Morgan Wallen. I hummed and patted the wheel as I continued to drive and stopped at a stop sign.

6:30 pm

It may have been a long drive but I made it to my apartment. I moved the wheel and parked my car, this was a private apartment zone, and I was able to buy it with my own money. I turned off the engine and got out of my car. I closed the door and locked the car, I turned around and walked to the opening door. The person that was clicking on her computer looked up and smiled at me.

"Hello" she said with a big smile on her face. Which made me think, why do they always smile? Are they forced to because if the people aren't gifted with a smile they will get fired?. "What's your name sweetheart?" She asked.

"Violet Evergreen" I said to her, my real name was Chris Evergreen. The receptionist smiled and looked up my name and clicked on it.

"Alright, the only room we have to offer is room 666" she answered frowning.

"Ok" I said.

The woman glanced at me but got up and grabbed the keys for my room "Here ya go" she said and sat back down. I clenched the keys in my fist and walked out of the area, back to my car. I unlocked my car and pulled out my wagon, it would be needed to bring my stuff up all those stairs that the apartment provided. I started to load all of the heavy things first.

A feminine voice sounded behind me as I continued to load the stuff into the wagon "You must be the new one that's moving into room 666" the woman said.

"Yeah... So" I said between my breaths as I heaved the heaviest thing I had onto the wagon. The wagon was sturdy and could hold a lot of things, especially because it was built by me, and me alone. I was never close to Carlos, my father. He hated me because I was trans and lesbian. I was supposed to be his son, not his daughter.

"You look like you need help" the woman said.

"No I'm fine" I said back as I finished putting the heavy stuff onto the wagon. I closed the door and locked it. I was not gonna let some low lives steal my shit. I grabbed the handle for my wagon and pulled on it, satisfied that it followed me as I went to the elevator and pressed the up arrow. The elevator dinged and the door slowly opened, I walked in, the wagon right behind me.

"The receptionist said you need a roommate" the woman said as she got into the elevator and stood on the opposite side.

"I don't need one" I growled.

"I'll tell her that" she sighed "I was looking forward to staying with you" She frowned and made me feel guilty, just a little. The elevator chimed again and the door creaked open and I walked out. The key to my room door was still in my hand, sweat rolled down my arms and my neck.

I looked at the apartment numbers and soon found mine, last door on the right side of the elevator and stairs.

7 pm

It was about time I was almost done with unpacking my things, three separate trips had almost killed my back. I leaned back almost all the way and I earned some good satisfying cracks and I leaned forward. I put one hand on my hip and looked around for the millionth time, the last few people that lived here must have been artists. Paintings dotted the walls and a few stickers on the door frames.

"Jesus" I said as I put my other hand on my hips "I am gonna have to re-do this whole place". I lifted one hand and rubbed my forehead, a slick peircing ringing fell into my ears and I clenched my jaw and tensed up.

8:30 pm

I woke up with the peircing ringing still in my head, I lifted my upper body with my elbow on a coushion. I must have stumbled onto the couch and laid down, my forehead furrowed and I sat up. I lifted up my arm and looked at my watch, it was 8:30 pm. I got up and stumbled a bit, I grabbed onto the ledge of the couch and stood there for a second or two, I couldn't really tell anymore. I whimpered as the ringing got louder and I stumbled to my room, leaving the door wide open and I uncovered my bed and laid down, I covered my self with the blanket and sighed. I guess I am gonna go to sleep. I closed my eyes and waited for the darkness to consume me.