Chapter One: A Home Away From Home

After I finally finish unpacking everything I sit on my couch and huff, I was looking around my unpacked apartment when I saw all the unused boxes sitting in the corner "shit I should have carried those out earlier so I could actually see something" it was around 9pm when I finished unpacking. I got up off the couch grabbing a trash bag and stuffing the leftover boxes in the bag, after I got all the boxes in the bag I slipped my feet into my shoes and opened my door. I live on the third floor of my apartment complex so I had to walk down a few stairs on the last flight of stairs I slipped on my untied shoe lace and fell down the stairs scrapping my knees and elbows on the concrete at the bottom. "Shit!" I mumbled to myself getting up dusting the pebbles and dirt off of me.

I walked between a fence and the building until I got to the trash can. Where the trash can was it was really hard to see so I was careful walking towards the big bin, throwing my trash inside. I heard footsteps behind me but when I turned around there was no one, I groan "ugh I need sleep" I started walking back to my apartment when I heard footsteps behind me again I started walking faster and when I did I heard the footsteps also speed up I started running ignoring the pain I felt form my bleeding knees.

I got to the stairs where there was some light and I saw no one around. Why am I so paranoid? I walked up the stairs and into my room. Once I got inside I kicked off my shoes and went to the bathroom to clean up my scrapes. I rolled up my sleeves to expose my bleeding elbows and poured some alcohol on them I put a bandage on both and did the same for my knees. After I got done cleaning the scrapes I went to my bedroom climbing in bed, once I laid down and covered with my blankets I had a weird feeling in my stomach but I ignored it letting my sleepy state take over.