Amy looked around her new apartment. Her's. This was her own apartment and no one else's. She looked around the bare walls that would soon be covered with posters from bands, artists, and musicals. She opened up a box looking for the coffee pot, and ended up finding some mismatched dishes wrapped in towels.
"Oh well," she sighed to herself, and unpacked and boxes around her until she found what she was originally looking for.
Three boxes left, but she didn't want to unpack those, not yet. She pushed the unwanted boxes into a closet with her foot and began playing with the salt shaker as she began making the coffee.
Sitting next to the bar she realized what a nice view she had of the east village.
"It looks like it might snow." she said to the empty room
The beeping of the coffee timer brought her back to the reality of her new, cold apartment.
Pouring a cup of black coffee into her old, chipped, yellow and red mickey mouse cup, she walked to the window.
She was on the third floor, there was an apartment above her's. Neighbors. That might be fun.
She unhooked the latch on the window and stepped out onto the rickety fire escape, sipping her coffee, letting it burn the roof of her mouth and tongue.
She leaned against the railing and closed her eyes.
" New York City, center of the universe." She laughed to herself as she took another sip of coffee and pulled her sweater tighter around her thin shoulders.
A sound overhead startled the young woman, and she gave a small yelp and ran back to her own window, looking up at the emerging male figure that was walking out of his own window onto the fire escape.
A very nice looking male figure with a guitar.
She frowned and remembered her last relationship with a musician, and began walking inside, when the man with the guitar began playing something.
It was so soft and gentle,Amy forgot what she was doing and where she was.
When the soothing music stopped she was once again snapped back to the cold reality of November in New York.
Classical music on an acoustic?
It sounded familiar, something from an opera maybe.
She walked in and looked around her now freezing apartment. She shouldn't have left the window open.
She shook her head, trying to get this musician she hadn't even seen out of her head.
"No more distractions." Amy said to her bed before she crawled in and assumed the fetal position to try to keep her body heat.
Amy sat up in her bed, her curly long blonde hair spilling out from underneath the knitted cap, as she sat huddled under three down comforters, two fleece blankets, a scarf, a coat, and gloves.
Her blue eyes were gazing down at her magazine that she wasn't really reading. Her thoughts kept going back to her neighbor with the guitar.
"Just stop thinking about him, for all you know he could be some crazy guy who thinks he's Billy Idol or something." She said to her mirror. Amy hadn't quite gotten used to the fact that she would be living alone, and wouldn't have anyone to talk to, so she had resorted to talking to her reflection.
"He might be crazy, and I'm the one talking to myself!" She laughed to herself.
Amy looked down at her frozen hands, and decided tomorrow she would have to do something about getting the heat turned on. She was slender and got cold and sick easily, and would have to have some heat soon.
But her mind kept going back to the feet of the man above her. That's all she was able to see of him through the landing of the fire escape. The bottom of what looked like black boots. Maybe? She couldn't really remember now.
And that tune, she was humming it now.
It was stuck in her head.
"MUSETTA'S WALTZ!" She screamed to the empty apartment. "Hahaha, I knew that!"
She had a opera cassette that she had seen earlier when she was unpacking. She saw it lying on the top of a shelf across her apartment.
"Do I want it that badly?" Amy joked to herself.
This song was going to be stuck in her head unless she did something about it, and for Amy that meant listening to it until she thought she would puke from hearing it so much.
She began taking off the layers of bedding and tentatively took her fluffy socked feet out from her comforter fort, bracing herself for the icy cold that would meet her feet when she set them down on the freezing wood floor.
"Better just get it over with, like jumping in the pool, just do it!"
And that's what she did, she jumped out of the bed.
She jumped right out of the bed onto a rusty nail that she mad missed during her cleaning frenzy on the apartment.
Amy was down on the floor in seconds screaming in pain.
"Oh God, oh shit—fucking shit!" She screamed into the floor. Amy was starting to feel the pain shooting up through her ankle, to her calf, up to her thigh, stopping at her stomach, making it turn over and over until she thought she would vomit.
"Shit.." She said as she looked down to her bloody foot, the nail sticking out by her big toe, her once perfectly clean fluffy socks stained with dark blood, soaking into the floor.
"That's too much blood." She said almost deathly calm.
She looked around, instantly getting dizzy. She needed help, she couldn't move and she was losing a lot of blood quickly. That's when she thought of her neighbors. If she screamed loud enough, someone might hear her. It was her only option.
"Help, please! Someone please help me! Hello! Can anyone hear me! I need help… please, there's so much blood…" The room was getting dark.
"HELP! SOMEONE! HELP ME!" She screamed, using all the strength she had to scream at the top of her lungs. This caused things to only get darker.
There was something at her window. Help maybe. She didn't know.
She felt a cool breeze rush across her frozen cheeks.
"Mimi?" said a blonde headed man standing over her, and that was the last thing she saw before things blacked out completely and she felt nothing but cold and emptiness.
Ok, so I revised this and put it into one chapter. Review only if you are going to say something positive, and if you think this story is bad because its a RogerOC, then why are you reading it in the first place? OHHH WHAT NOW?
And I know what it's like to have a drill bit go through my foot like that and I lost over 2 pints of blood, so I think I know what I'm talking about...