Hey everybody! This is my first fan fic but I still want honest reviews - constructive criticism please! I would appreciate people to review the story and say whether the story should be continued. (PS usual rules apply - I don't any characters except Lake and I own the storyline as well)
Love Renny x x x
Pacing. That's all he ever seemed to do. She'd never met him so to her he was just the guy who lived upstairs. The one who had disturbed her all hours of the day and night for the past two weeks with his pacing. Pacing… she even hated the word now.
3am. This was the final straw. She'd been woken again. Step, step, step. When would it stop? She waited another five minutes before, grudgingly, stepping out of bed. Her nice warm bed. It was old and creaky but she was used to it and the only thing that ever seemed to wake her was the pacing. She walked slowly and carefully to her cupboard and pulled out a jumper, quickly pulling it over her head as she started to feel a chill wind wafting through her small apartment. She already had passable trousers on and thought with a quick brush of her hair that she'd look half decent. Well as decent as someone suddenly woken at 3am can look. When she neared the door she grabbed her favourite shoes, a battered pair of black converse that she'd had since she was a teenager. She'd worn these shoes almost everyday since she bought them except for at school and when she was forced to dress up and wear a pair of ridiculous heels. She was just starting to open her front door when she remembered taking keys with her would be helpful as she doubted her neighbours would appreciate her knocking on their doors asking for a spare key at this hour.
The stairs. She wasn't very good at scaling them in broad daylight and now it was pitch black in the stairwell. She hated to think of the consequences of falling down five stories onto solid concrete. So she breathed normally and reached out for the railing, as soon as her hand made contact she vowed not to let go until she reached the sixth and final story. She cautiously took the first step, then another and another until finally she settled into a slow but steady rhythm. As she climbed the stairs she thought of the gossip she had heard from her neighbours about this man upstairs - the words "strange" and "freak" came to mind.
Finally she reached the sixth floor. She didn't know what number his apartment would be so she tried to imagine which door it would be one floor down. The door was the same as hers and all the others in the building - a disgusting shade of blue grey that the landlord hadn't painted in the whole time that she lived there. Nervously she reached her hand towards the door. She knocked quietly. No noise from inside. She knocked louder. She heard what sounded like a chair being knocked over and then footsteps towards the door. Breathing heavily she waited…
