It had been six months since The Grand Opera. Everything in Shilo's life was gone. She had nothing but an old, decrepit house and no one except for the hundreds of pictures of her mother on every wall. No one recognized her anymore. There were more important places to be and more important people to watch on television. During this time, Shilo had been trying to learn to be independent. Her father had left her millions in his will. It turned out that working for Geneco was more profitable that expected. So, there was no reason for Shilo to get a job. She didn't know how to get one in the first place due to her sheltered childhood. Shilo spent most of her days in her mother's tomb or the library. She finally had access to all the information she had always wanted to know but never had been told.
One day while walking out of the library, she saw a bulletin board full of virtual ads. "Surgery after-care for patients.","'Babysitter needed for single mom while in surgery.", '"Looking for a roommate. Call 187-749-3648." The last ad stopped Shilo for a moment. 'A roommate?', she thought to herself, 'maybe this is what I need.' Shilo quickly shoved her hand into her shoulder bag before taking out a pen and pad of paper. She quickly wrote the number down and left the library. It was about 5 o'clock and she wanted to walk home before it got dark.
All the way home she thought about the ad. She weighed the pros and cons before finally deciding it was a good risk to take. As soon as Shilo arrived home, she got on the telephone and called the number.
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Riiin- "What?" A gruff voice answered the phone. Shilo got worried. Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all.
"Hi, I, um, was calling about the, uh, ad for a roommate?"
"Yeah what about it?"
"My name is Shilo Wallace."
"Shilo, huh? I'll be over soon." And with that, the phone was abruptly hung up.
Shilo was shocked. Did this person know her? She hung up the phone and sat on the couch. She ran her hand through her short, pixi cut hair. Ever since she stopped taking the poison, the thick black hair on her head began to grow in. She ran her other hand through her hair, enjoying the feel of it when she heard a noise behind her. She quickly jumped up and turned around to find Graverobber behind her.
"Oh my god you scared me to death. What are you doing here?" Shilo asked. She had seen this man around, and he had helped her once or twice. He dropped the saddle bag he had been carrying with him. "I'm here about the room." He said. Shilo's breath caught in her throat. This man was going to stay in her home? "Uhm, yes. Right this way." Shilo stiffly turned and was about to climb the stairs to the guest bedroom when The Graverobber stopped her. "No, it's fine. The couch is fine." Shilo turned again and nodded.
"Well, If you pay 200 a month and split the cost for groceries and utilities, that would be perfect." Shilo had no idea what the going rate for roommates were. The Graverobber nodded before jumping over the back of the couch and standing in front of Shilo. "Well, it's been nice talking to you, kid, but I have drugs to sell and dead bodies to reap. Don't go through my things." Graverobber ruffled her hair and gave her a little pat on the cheek before he left the same way he came in, through the tunnel to Marni's tomb. Shilo touched her cheek. She hadn't been touched by anyone in six months. She blushed a little bit before turning and running up to her room.
(This is really not a good start, but I want to get to the good parts. I promise it gets better fast.)