Four
I set my bags down in my new apartment. New York. A city known for people to thrive and prosper. I have had to leave my past behind, my poor excuse of a father and my sister. Scarlett who is in foster care. But surely it is the best thing to do? I don't know anyone here, I don't have family or friends. I guess I do have a job, a journalist for The New York Times. The rest of my stuff comes in a few days, so I only brought one piece of luggage for my clothes, and a picture of Scar, but most of the furniture was supplied. There's a kitchen, living room with sofas and a flat screen TV, and my bedroom with a balcony. The living room has large door length windows revealing a beautiful cityscape. My thoughts are interrupted by knocking on my door. I open it, and a man my height looking my age, with tanned skin and slightly curly black hair is standing there with a woman, smaller than us yet still quite tall but pretty with shoulder length wavy brown hair.
"Hi, we heard someone was moving in next door so I thought I'd introduce myself. I'm Zeke, and this is my girlfriend Shauna." He gives a warm smile.
"Oh I almost forgot," says Shauna grinning and hurrying back in their apartment. She comes back holding a cake, grinning. It says, 'Welcome 4!' on it.
I chuckle, "How did you know my name?"
She blushes a bit, "We asked the landlord, he's a bit of an asshole though. He's called Eric."
"Do you guys wanna come in? We can have some cake."
They look at each other, as if they're having a silent conversation that only they can understand with their eyes. That's love, I hope one day I could do that with someone. I cough slightly.
"Oh sorry Four, we would love to," says Zeke.
"So where are you from Four?" Zeke says, as they enter and plop down on the sofa.
"Chicago," I reply whilst grabbing some plates and forks for the cake and laying them down on the glass coffee table.
"Ahh good time to move then, what with that crazy killer there, Marcus Eaton or something." I tense up a bit. I can't say anything that could link me with him. Make one wrong move and everyone will know. (lol bit of 'Let it go' there)
"Yeah." I turn on the television, and we watch some football whilst chatting.
"Where do you guys work then?"
"We're both journalists, work for New York Times, that's how we met." They look into each other's eyes and squeeze each other's hands.
"Aw how romantic," I tease. "Hey guess what, I work there too!" exaggerating like an excited schoolgirl.
"No way, this is so cool," Zeke plays along.
"IKR!"
"Not all girls talk like that!" Shauna says and she throws pillows at us. We throw them back, whilst laughing. It's amazing how comfortable I am around them, it feels so natural and good to have some friends.
"So how are you getting to the office tomorrow Four?"
"Um, probably the subway, you?"
"Yeah, that's what we take."
"I think Zeke and I will head to bed, it's getting kinda late."
"Aw but I wanna stay with Fwour!" He fake pouts.
"Don't take Zekey away from me Shauna!"
"Come on you big baby, she tugs Zeke." I laugh,
"Thanks for the cake though, it was really good!"
"See you tommorow."
"See ya." I shut the door, and decide to go change into pajama bottoms and take off my shirt. I sigh and climb into bed, after brushing my teeth. This day was better than expected, I made two friends and didn't reveal myself, my past self. I fall into a sleep and begin to dream.
A girl is standing on my balcony, dressed in a black long sleeved top, black skinny jeans and combat boots. She has long wavy blonde hair reaching her waist, swaying slightly in the breeze. She's leaning against the rail. She's beautiful, from what I can see of her. Suddenly, the rail breaks and she topples over, "Tobias!" I lunge over, but it's too late.