Hello and welcome to my second fanfic. I hope you like it just as much as my first, if not more. So, um, read it, then review, tell me your thoughts about it. Happy reading.
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The girl crawled out onto the sidewalk, dragging her hands through wet grass, rain falling on her bruised face. Blood fell freely from her abdomen down onto the pavement. She scrunched her face up in pain as her battered knees scraped on the hard asphalt. Her eyes opened in time to see the headlights coming towards her. A car, someone was coming. They were going to help her.
The headlights were the last things she saw before she passed out.
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Susannah awoke and looked over at the clock that lay on her bedside table. It was seven in the morning. Time to get up. She hoisted her upper body into a sitting position and looked over at the window. It was raining, the third time this week. She swung her feet over the bed and headed over to the washroom. A shower was required; there was long day in front of her.
Soon Susannah was going to move out of her parents' house. She already had her sights on an apartment. It was placed in a secluded little area, surrounded by plantation of all sorts: tulips, hollyhocks, lilies, gold trumpets, maples. There was a miniature playground sitting alongside it. But none of that really mattered; its importance was related to the fact that it was in close vicinity to every location that Susannah had a necessity to visit almost once each day, like her university, which she considered a waste of time.
She was accepted to Harvard, early decision. She almost laughed when they offered her a scholarship. She hastily declined their offer, told them to give it to someone who was actually in need of one.
She applied for the science program. Her plan was to get into medical school, which she would do when she finished her four-year undergraduate program. She wanted to finish early, do it in two years. She had no patience for school, if her high school experience was any indication, and did not plan to waste her time in undergraduate school.
After her shower, Susannah got dressed. She put on dark pants and accompanied them with a black cotton shirt. She looked almost gothic; her dark make-up did not help to deflect the image. After flinging on her coat, she headed out the house. Outside, the sun was barely poking through the clouds. The wind was cool on her face. It played with her hair, rendering its flight across her face. She quickly headed over to her car, cautious of the rain flowing freely down from the heavens.
At once she set off. She prayed that no one else had snatched the apartment, for she would not be able to find anything else quite the same.
It had three rooms, the one at the end of the hall smaller than the other two. Near the front entrance was the living room. It was separated from the kitchen by a thin slab of wall. A swinging door held excess to each area, with an opening just big enough for two people to stand in at one time. The walls were white, bare from any decorative statements.
On her way, Susannah encountered a numerous amount of traffic lights. They impeded the path to her destination, testing her patience; definitely not a good sign.
As she swerved into the building's parking lot, she saw a man get out of his vehicle. He had dark hair, a lean figure. He was young, but definitely older than Susannah.
Susannah parked her car, pushing the man out of her mind. She walked over to the front of the building, headed up the carpeted stairs, and entered the building through its framed double doors. Hastily, she marched over to the superintendent's office. She noticed that the young man was heading in the same direction as her.
She and the young man reached the superintendent's office at about the same time. She knocked on the door. After a few seconds a balding little man appeared in the doorway and asked them both to come in. Susannah was annoyed that he wouldn't see them one at a time, but she followed him inside without a word.
"You may sit down on the couch," the man said. The young man sat down, Susannah remained standing. "You may call me Winston," the balding man continued, giving Susannah an awkward smile.
"I'm Jesse," the young man said, holding out his hand, "It's nice to meet you."
"Likewise," Winston said, shaking Jesse's hand. "Uh, would you like anything, coffee, t--"
"That's fine," Susannah said, cutting him off.
"All right, then," Winston said, pulling up a chair and perching himself delicately upon it. "So, how may I help you both?"
"I'd like to rent the apartment situated on the third floor landing," Susannah said, getting straight to business. Jesse laughed. Susannah gave him a very irritated look.
"Well, that's settled then, when can you guys move in?" Winston asked.
"When can we move in?" Jesse asked incredulously. "What are you talking about?"
"Aren't you here together?" Winston asked, surprise written all over his face.
"Of course we're not," Susannah said, letting out a humorless little laugh.
"Oh, well that's a problem then," Winston replied.
"Well," Susannah begin, "I actually really need this apartment."
"Oh, and I don't," Jesse said sarcastically.
"My University is located nearby," Susannah and Jesse said at the same time. They gave each other a fleeting look, both looking irritated with each other.
"I've got other business around here," Susannah added hastily, looking back at Winston.
The old man sighed, "isn't there another apartment for rent in this vicinity, I'm sure one of you can find something else," Winston said.
"No, I assure you, I've looked everywhere, nothing for miles," Jesse said. "Except here, that is."
"Well, all I can suggest, if both of you are in such dire need of this apartment, is that you two move in together," Winston said.
Winston saw the unrelenting look on both their faces and felt he must continue, "It's a two-bedroom apartment. And anyway, it's not like you guys will see each other too much, what with school and all," Winston continued with his rant, "I think that that is the perfect solution. It's either that or one of you will leave here without an apartment. I could really care less, either way the apartment gets rented out," Winston concluded.
At this statement, Susannah fixed her cool and calculating eyes onto Jesse's face.
"So, what do you guys say?" Winston asked hesitantly, looking at them both.
Susannah's' expression did not change from the one she had when she just stepped out of her car: she remained just as cool and stoic as before, as though this was all just a boring business meet.
"Now that is the one thing that will never happen," Susannah replied.
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Susannah felt nothing but dread when stepping in her new apartment, an apartment that now would be occupied by more than just herself.
She hoped that he hadn't moved in yet, this Jesse fellow, that she had a little more time alone with the apartment.
As soon as she entered the place she knew he wasn't here yet. The signs of someone else's presence were far from evident.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
She hoped that he changed his mind, decided against it, this whole moving in together thing.
But then, things never seem to go her way.
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"Sweetie, darling, don't look so glum. You're going to have so much fun in your new school, you'll see," the girl's mom was saying to her daughter's deaf ears.
The girl rolled her eyes, grabbed her backbag and marched out the door.
Her dad was driving her, as bad as that sounded. But it was nothing compared to WHERE she was going. If hell was anything like this place, then hell was going to be a rough ride for those who ended up there. School was a place filled with a bunch of delinquent zombies that the school's creators liked to call students and some loser adults stuck pretending that they care about you and how you are performing academically.
All through the ride she kept staring out at the clouds, hoping they would swallow her up.
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The Jesse-fellow arrived a week later than Susannah, much to her dismay.
She wasn't there to witness the great event: the perishment of her personal space.
At least she was spared the sight. It was already enough knowing that she was going to be seeing this perfect stranger at least once a day, she didn't need to witness the destruction of the vision she had weaved way before she'd ever met him. The vision of living ALONE in her apartment.
Whatever. What with her schedule she doubted that that once a day would be more than a second.
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A/N: Added some stuff. Hope you like the addition.