Dark City Covered

Dark Shadows Hang Over My Head

Dark Skies Loom Over Us

Overcast clouds hung over the land as the dark car drove through the streets. It was a pitch black 1976 Mustang with silver rims on the tires. The windows were darken by tint to the point where no one could see inside the car.

This vehicle was driving it's owner to his new home. An old brick apartment building located on the edge of town. Just before the woods, where an old brick wall separated civilization and wilderness. The safe and the unpredictable. Nature could be deadly. It was unbias and relentless.

But it was also very beautiful.

Among the old building was a small playground, rusty and creaking due to years of neglect. It cried out as a young girl swung and another climbed up a small ladder into a small wooden fort. A third girl sat on a nearby bench and read a book meant to be read by someone older in age. When one heard the engine of the dark car, she stopped climbing and watched as it pulled into an empty space.

Once the car was parked, the engine died. The door opened and the younger girl stopped to see who had arrived. No one has moved to this forgotten place in years. Or, at least not in the recent memories of a 9, 11, and 13 year old.

Robin was nine years old. A very lively child. She loved playing in the forest. Only on the path, of course. Mother tells her to never go into the woods. She never says why. Robin thinks there may be fun things to play with in the forest.

She sometimes hears the creaking sounds of what seems to be a swing. Or the howl of a wolf in the distance. Robin likes wolves. They are her favorite kind of animal.

Rose was mature for her age. But there is a certain air of innocence about her that is charming and disconcerting at the same time. Barely a teenager, Rose was eleven, she was discovering the world around her with fresh eyes. And all is beautiful.

The wind in the trees, the birds in the air, the flowers along the path. Rose was taking it in voraciously. So much so that she will defend even nature's smallest creatures against anyone who might wish them harm.

The forest is a great place for adventures. And a much more fun way to get to grandmother's house. Ginger wasn't one for sticking to paths. Running around in the fields, climbing gnarly old trees, playing wild games with abandoned toys, collecting pebbles and hitting things with sticks.

The idea of growing up doesn't hold much appeal. Who'd want to give up their childhood? But Ginger was 13. The end was near.

All three were sisters, but they couldn't be any more different. They may have been raised together, but they saw the world in vastly different ways due to their age. Their own naivete stopped them from realizing the truth of the world around them.

Still, they were just children. Enjoying their childhoods as much as they could. They didn't need to hurry and grow up. The world was still open, wide, big. They didn't need to know about the shadows just yet. And hopefully, ideally, they would never have to.

Their eyes remained locked on the car as someone stepped out. A taller figure with a head of messy hair and a dark jacket that matched the car. A white shirt with a single black stain just above where the belt would be. Black Converse remained hidden under dark jeans. A faint scar under your eye and a tattoo peeking out from the top of your shirt.

You looked around the parking lot with tired eyes. You had been driving for hours now. Almost two full days. You were starting to believe that you would never reach your destination today either out of sheer exhausting or by an unfortunate accident. You were grateful that you had finally arrived.

Your eyes finally landed on the playground where you found the three young girls watching you. None of them called out or made a move, so you simply lifted your hand as an unspoken greeting. They didn't return the gesture.

You dropped your hand and decided to drop it. It wouldn't do you any good in trying to befriend children. Especially since you haven't had been a child in years.

You closed the car door and instead opened the one to the backseat. You reached inside and pulled out a large dufflebag which held your clothing. It wasn't much, but you didn't need much. You had what you needed and whatever you didn't have, you could always get later.

You just needed a fresh start. You needed it quickly. The past still had a powerful and cold grip on you, but this was a start towards becoming free again. The freedom to live.

You threw the bag over you shoulders and closed the door again. You locked the car with the key before taking a deep breath. The smell of pine needles and a coming storm filled your lungs. There was a hint of smoke as well, but it never left you. Always there. Always haunting.

A moment of peace came to an end when you heard the sounds of footsteps getting closer. You opened your eyes and found the youngest girl standing next to you. Her eyes were wide in wonder at the sight of an unknown person.

A stranger who she had yet to meet and befriend. Not a potential danger that could hurt her or take her away. You wouldn't hurt her, of course, nor would you kidnap her. You smiled kindly only for her older sister to grab her wrist and pull her away. You watched and listened as she scolded her for trying to speak to a stranger.

The two walked into the building while their sister stayed behind, watching you. She wanted to know what you would do next. Maybe you would say something. Maybe you would yell at them.

You did neither. You just nodded and took your things to the other door. You opened it and stepped inside the dimly lit hallway. After a moment of examination, you headed up the stairs and towards the floor where your new apartment would be.

You had found it by chance. A friend of a friend who happened to have been reading a newspaper with an ad. That ad lead to a phone call. That phone call lead to you with a new apartment. And that lead you here.

A new town. A new start. A new breath.

You made it to the fifth floor and followed the numbers around the building to find your apartment. It would be the first time going to it. You didn't know if it had any problem or if there was a plumbing issue. You just took the landlord's word on it.

Finally, you arrived. 5-5.

The door was red, but the paint had started to chip. The once golden numbers were now dull and old. Even the handle seemed to be loose. When you grabbed it, it moved slightly. You had to turn a bit harder to make it open, but the door did eventually move.

You stepped inside the dark room and looked around the empty space. The walls were made of brick just like the outside. It was cold due to the draft coming from the hall, but also the vents. You would have to do something about that once you had a chance.

The open space before you was the living room as well as the dining room. The floor was wood and slightly stained by some unknown substances. It smelt clean, if a bit dusty. You could see some plug ins for any appliances you may get. Maybe a TV or a radio.

Connected to the room was the kitchen. It was small and had very little room to move, but it did still have a stove, fridge, and sink. It also had a few small cabinets that were painted white.

Behind it would be where the bedroom would be. And across the hall would be the bathroom. You opened the door to it and looked inside. It had a toilet and a shower. You walked over and turned the water on. It took a moment, but water did come out. It started off brown and disgusting, gut it soon turned clear and clean.

You turned the water off and stepped out. You walked back to the living room and tossed your bag down. This was your new home. Or, at least until your lease was up.

You took a deep breath before you decided to head back down and bring up the rest of your items. It took two trips, but you did get the last box. Your legs would be sore tomorrow, but right now you wanted to finish settling in.

You walked into your apartment, leaving your door open still, and set down your last box. You kneeled down and opened it to look inside. Old medals from hockey and soccer. Times when you used to be something great.

You moved them aside and looked at what was underneath. You pulled out the picture frame and stared at it. It was old, taken from when you were young. It was of you and her. You remember that day fondly.

It was sunny. Warm. You laid in the grass and enjoyed the calm day among the midst of a wild world. It was a break needed for the soul. The last you would have for years to calm. Even now.

Knock knock

You flinched at the sound of someone knocking on your door. You placed the photo back and stood up while you dusted your hands off. You turned towards the door to find a girl standing there. She looked to be your age, or perhaps maybe slightly older.

Like the girls you had seen before, she wore red. A bright red that contrasted against the black she wore and her pale skin. She looked just as tired as you were, only hers was more of a mental exhaustion. She carried herself with respect and pride.

Scarlet was the oldest of six. The firstborn. In a family with an invisible mother. Quite a responsibility. One that she faces with determination and a sense of duty and pride.

She was 19 years of age. She should probably be enjoying what's left of her youth. But with five younger sisters, one more unruly than the other, somebody needed to maintain order and stability.

She wasn't expecting her new neighbor to be someone as young as you. Nor did she expect someone so handsome. So close to her age. Still, you were her new neighbor and she came with a purpose.

Scarlet: Hello. I-I live next door and I had heard that someone would be moving in. I guess that makes us neighbors.

You took a moment to think of a proper greeting. After a second or two, you opted to just hold your hand out with a kind smile.

Y/N: It's nice to meet you, ma'am. I'm Y/N. Y/N Hunt.

The girl shook your hand. Her hand was small and soft in your own. Slender and her fingernails were painted a strange green. It clashed with her red and black attire, but you liked it.

Scarlet: I'm Scarlet. And you don't need to call me ma'am. I'm sure we aren't that far in age.

You nodded as your hand pulled away from hers.

Y/N: Right. Sorry. Force of habit.

Scarlet found herself smiling. It had been some time since she was able to speak to someone her age, or close to it. Especially a boy as nice as you.

She held her own hand and turned towards her apartment, gesturing to the open door.

Scarlet: I believe you had already met my youngest sisters. They were the ones who told me that you had arrived.

She was referring to the three girls from the playground. The others in red. Looking at Scarlet, you could see the resemblance. Same eyes. Same nose.

Scarlet: They told me that Robin tried to talk to you. I had always told them "stranger danger" so they took it literally.

You just softly laughed.

Y/N: Yeah, no. Uh, you taught them well. Strangers can be....dangerous.

Scarlet eyed you. She looked at you from head to toe before she began to lean towards the doorframe.

Scarlet: Speaking from experience?

You didn't answer. Scarlet then narrowed her eyes with a smirk.

Scarlet: Or are you the dangerous stranger?

You took a breath and gave a half hearted shrug.

Y/N: Depends on who you ask, I suppose. But I ain't a danger to you or your sisters, that much I can promise you.

Scarlet smiled sweetly. You liked her smile. It brought out her eyes more. Showed her youthfulness under a tired exterior. Like a match in a dark room.

Scarlet: Well, that's a relief to hear.

Her eyes then trailed off to your boxes. She then looked to your kitchen. You followed her gaze and quickly realized that it was getting late and you had nothing to cook with. Nothing to really cook either.

You would need to head into town and get something. Maybe just eat at a diner or maybe just something light at the store. You could probably find a fast food joint somewhere. Surely this place had one.

Scarlet: Well now that you aren't a stranger, I guess I can invite you over to have dinner with us.

You quickly turned back to the girl and waved off the offer. While you were glad that she was comfortable with you and that she seemed to trust you enough to be in her home, you didn't want to intrude. You were an outsider.

Y/N: I couldn't.

Scarlet: You could. We're neighbors now. Plus it'll be a good chance for you to meet my sisters. Show them that you aren't a dangerous stranger.

That, that made you smile. This girl really seemed to know just what to say to get what she wanted. And honestly, you didn't have any other arguments. You would just have to give her a flat out no, but that wouldn't make for a good impression.

She was sincere. She meant well. She was just being polite. Plus it was free food. You would be an idiot to turn it down.

Y/N: I guess I can't say no.

Scarlet smiled even wider. You couldn't help but feel like she had another reason to inviting you over. Almost like she wanted the new company besides her sisters. Like she wanted a new friend.

There was no real harm in getting to know the people who would be living next door. Better to be familiar than a stranger.

Scarlet: Well, I would tell you to come back after you unpack but.....

She looked past you and at your small boxes and bag. You also looked at them. It would be an hour at most to unpack. You would need to get furniture tomorrow. Shelves as well for your smaller things. But for now, there was no real option to put things away.

Y/N: I suppose I don't have much to do at the moment.

Scarlet: In that case, why don't you come over now? Dinner should be ready here soon.

You just nodded and followed Scarlet out of the apartment. You made sure to lock up before you headed towards the apartment next to yours. 5-6. They're apartment seemed bigger than yours and it had actually furniture. A couch with a table and a TV.

The first thing you noticed was how red it was. The walls were painted a deep crimson color with a mahogany couch and red lamps. Near the table was a single window where you could see the storm rolling in. It was going to be a rough one.

The second thing you realized was the smell. Pasta. Smelt like spaghetti to be exact. A tomato sauce over homemade noodles crafted by the same soft and tender hand you had touched just moments ago.

The third thing you realized was that you were about to step on a toy car. You managed to stop yourself and instead set your foot behind beside it. You reached down and picked the toy up to examine it.

It was yellow with a crooked plastic tired. The frame was also made of a cheap plastic that would've surely broken under the weight of your shoe. Scarlet stopped when she realized you weren't behind her and looked over to see what had stopped you.

Scarlet: Oh, I am so sorry. I told Robin to pick up her toys earlier.

You just shrugged it off.

Y/N: Little sisters, right?

You handed her the toy just as little Robin ran into the room. She immediately stopped in her tracks when she saw you, her eyes wide in surpise to see the strange man from earlier in her home.

She didn't say anything but looked to her older sister.

Scarlet: Robin, this is Y/N. He's our new neighbor, remember?

Robin looked at you. You kneeled down and held your hand out with a friendly smile.

Y/N: Nice to meet you, Robin. I believe we didn't get to talk earlier.

Robin hesitated for a second or two before she shook your hand. Her hands much smaller than your own.

Robin: I'm Robin. I'm 9 and I like dogs. I like art.

You just chuckled at her strange introduction.

Y/N: Alright. I'll keep that in mind. Thank you for telling me about yourself.

Robin: It's your turn now.

Before you could respond, Scarlet placed a hand on her hip with a stern look.

Scarlet: It's not polite to tell people to tell them about themselves after you just met them.

Y/N: It's quite alright. I guess I should return the favor, huh?

Scarlet didn't say anything as you turned back to Robin.

Y/N: Well, I am 18 years old, I also like dogs, and I enjoy music.

Robin began to count on her fingers to 18. She began to have trouble at 10 when she realized she didn't have enough fingers.

Robin: You're...older than...Carmen! She's my big sister.

Y/N: Really now? That's fascinating.

Scarlet watched you play along with Robin's childlike enthusiasm. She often found herself exhausted by it, but you seemed to be able to handle children quite easily. And Robin seemed to like you.

Scarlet: Robin, what did I say about picking up after yourself?

Robin looked to her older sister who held up the toy car. Robin quickly went stiff with wide eyes, knowing she was in trouble.

Robin: I...I forgot.

Scarlet just sighed and handed her the car.

Scarlet: Well go put it away. And get cleaned up for dinner. Tell Ginger and Rose the same thing.

Robin nodded and hurried off to tell her sisters the news. You looked around the apartment again before making a noise.

Y/N: So, you have four sisters?

Scarlet: Five, actually. Robin, Rose, Ginger, Ruby, and Carmen.

She walked into the kitchen area and got to work with the finishing touches of the dinner. You were still impressed that a family had not just three, but six daughters. Mother Red must've liked her vegetables.

Y/N: And is you mother around? Father?

Scarlet stopped stirring which you quickly noticed. You immediately realized you had asked a sensitive question.

Y/N: Sorry. I didn't....

Scarlet: It's okay.

She hesitated, but she went back to stirring.

Scarlet: Mom is usually working late shifts. Dad.....he hasn't been around since Robin was born.

You nodded.

Y/N: Right. Apologies. I didn't mean to bring up bad memories.

Scarlet: It's fine. You couldn't have known.

Carmen: Couldn't have known what?

Seventeen. A glorious age for a girl. Having left her childhood body behind, she enjoyed parading the new Carmen. She was fully aware of the heads that turn when she passed by. She gave them a little bit extra to look at too. A shake of the hips. A wink of the eye. But no more. Carmen fancied herself a femme fatale perhaps.

But inside she knew that all she wanted is a little bit of attention. From a warm and handsome man, perhaps. Who could keep her safe. Hold her tight. With a strength that approaches violence. He didn't need to be as wild as she was, but it wouldn't hurt.

She walked through the door but came to a halt when she spotted tonight's dinner guest. She immediately found a smirk on her lips as she made her way over, subtly swaying her hips as she did.

Carmen: And who are you, handsome?

Scarlet: Carmen!

So this was the Carmen that Robin had mentioned. She was very direct in her approach, but you didn't mind. She was young, spunky. You didn't hold it against her.

Y/N: You must be Carmen.

Carmen: And you must be our new neighbor. I think I saw your car outside. The black one?

You nodded. This seemed to make her smile even more.

Y/N: That would be mine.

Carmen: Wow. Not bad. Maybe you could, um, take me for a ride sometime?

Scarlet: Carmen!

The younger girl rolled her eyes.

Carmen: It was a joke.

She then turned back to you.

Carmen: But not really.

She then winked. She walked past you and to the fridge where she began to look at what they had to drink.

Carmen: What's your poison, handsome? Seeing as my dear older sister didn't offer you anything.

She shot a look to Scarlet which went ignored. You could tell that this wasn't anything new for them. A normal occurrence for sure.

Y/N: I'll just take a glass of water.

Carmen: Great choice. Very delicious and healthy.

She giggled at her own joke before grabbing a bottle of water. She tossed it your way which you caught with no effort. She then sat on the counter with her own bottle.

Carmen: So, handsome, where are you from?

Scarlet: He has a name. Y/N, if you were curious.

Carmen just waited for an answer.

Y/N: Far away. Very far away.

Carmen: Oooh. Handsome and mysterious. Just my type.

Scarlet finished dinner and looked around for a moment.

Scarlet: Where's Ruby?

Carmen shrugged. The oldest sighed and immediately headed to the phone while Carmen kept you entertained. Scarlet dialed a number and waited for an answer.

Carmen: She's probably out with her friends. A bunch of weird goth types. She's usually at the old town square.

You watched as Scarlet spoke to someone on the phone. You couldn't quote make out what she was saying, but you knew it wasn't any of your business. This was drama in the family.

Y/N: This happen a lot?

Carmen: Only every other day. She likes to leave with telling anyone where she's going cause she knows it'll make Scarlet flip her lid. I think she might get off on it.

Scarlet hung up the phone and let out a frustrated growl. She grabbed her coat and started to pull it on.

Scarlet: Carmen, make sure the girls eat.

Carmen: And where are you going, Missy?

Scarlet: The square. Mrs. Harlow said that she saw Ruby there.

You looked out the window to see the storm getting closer. It would be madness to leave now. She would get caught in it for sure.

Carmen: You're gonna walk there?

Scarlet: Not like I have much of a choice. The car is still broken and if I don't find her now she won't come back tonight.

Y/N: I have a car.

The two girls looked at you as you continued to watch the storm. You slowly turned to them as you pulled your keys from your pocket.

Y/N: I could drive you.

Scarlet: I...

She shook her head quickly.

Scarlet: I couldn't ask you to do that.

Y/N: Then good thing I offered.

You flipped your keys and caught them.

Y/N: Consider it a thank you for inviting me for dinner.

Carmen's brow lifted as she waited for her sister's reply. She couldn't even remember the last time a guy had spoke to her sister in such a familiar way. Almost like the two of you were already friends.

Scarlet: I....

Carmen: Appreciate and accept the offer.

Scarlet shot her sister a look, which also went ignored, before she turned back to you. Before she could argue, you were already heading to the door.

Scarlet quickly followed you out while Carmen smirked.

Carmen: You're welcome, sis.

In the hall you and Scarlet headed for the stairs which would lead you to the parking lot where your car was parked.

Scarlet: You really don't have to do this.

Y/N: I'm aware.

You didn't say anything else. You didn't really need to. Scarlet just looked at you and smiled. Your kindness seemed to have no bounds. It wasn't much longer that the two of you were on the road. The storm would be here shortly, but you knew to drive carefully.

The radio stayed off which provided a silent air between you and Scarlet, strangers less than an hour ago.

Scarlet: So, you like music?

You looked at her confused.

Scarlet: Earlier, with Robin, you said you liked music. That you enjoyed it.

You suddenly recalled the conversation and nodded.

Y/N: Right. Yeah. Uh, I do enjoy music. Used to play guitar before.....

You trailed off which Scarlet noticed. However, you recovered quickly.

Y/N: I haven't played in a while. Probably too rusty too.

Scarlet: I see.

Y/N: What about you? You play anything?

Scarlet shifted in her seat slightly. The topic of music was always a weird one for her.

Scarlet: Piano. Only a little. I did classes when I was younger but, I had to stop for personal reasons.

You lifted your hand to show that you wouldn't pry further.

Y/N: I get it. Probably more than you know.

Scarlet was actually thankful that you didn't try to get more out of her. You wouldn't pry or grab for more than she felt comfortable with. You respected boundaries and she appreciated it.

Scarlet: Do you have any siblings? A brother or sister or....?

You shook your head. You had been an only child your whole life. Not even a pet. You only had your parents and your friend.

Y/N: Just me.

You took the final turn and ended up at the Old Town Square where you found a small group of people hanging around the fountain. Their ages ranged from what appeared to be 15 to mid 20's. Among them, Scarlet spotted her sister Ruby.

The other girls call her "goth"...It's one way of killing people; stereotyping them, putting them in a box and throwing it away. But there's more to Ruby than meets the eye. A young lady by now, 15 years of age. Life had opened up to her as a rotting flower of corruption. She could see through it all but remained an enigma herself.

Scarlet: That's her.

You pulled into an empty space while a few of the teens took noticed of your car. Scarlet told you stay behind and got out herself. You placed a hand on the steering wheel and watched carefully, just in case something were to happen.

You saw her approach the group, only for a taller blonde man to block her path. The two exchanged words while Ruby watched uncomfortably from the fountain. You could see Scarlet start to get heated up, so you stepped out of the vehicle.

You walked around to the front of your car and leaned against the hood, watching carefully. Ruby had noticed you as well. She had never seen you before, yet here you were with her sister looking for her.

Scarlet: Just get out of my way so I can take my sister home.

Man: And what if she doesn't want to go with you?

Scarlet: That's not your choice.

She tried to walk past him, but he grabbed her wrist. A loud whistle made everyone look right at you. You looked the man dead in the eyes and shook your head. He didn't budge.

Man: You get yourself a boyfriend, Scarlet?

Scarlet: He's a friend.

The man started to laugh as he let go of her.

Man: You don't have friends, girly.

He then began to walk your way while Scarelt hurried to get Ruby. You got off your hood and stood up straight as the man approached you. He let out a low whistle at the sight of your car.

Man: Hello, beautiful. And what is your name?

He began to check out your car, but you cleared your throat as a warning to stay away from it. He chuckled.

Man: Hey, man. No need to get all territorial. Just admiring your ride.

Y/N: You can admire it from afar. Over there, perhaps.

You gestured to the group which did nothing to get rid of his smile. His teeth were starting to yellow from his smoking habits while his eyes were slightly bloodshot. This guy reeked of bad news.

Man: So, you're Scarlet's "friend". Haven't seen you around before.

Y/N: I'm new to town.

Man: Well, new guy, I guess you wouldn't know this so I'll cut you some slack.

He got closer but you didn't budge. He leaned towards you to tell you something in your ear so that no one else would hear him.

Man: These are my people. You're not going to do shit. So if you know what's good for you, you'd stay away.

He pulled away and smirked. You just stood there unfazed by his comment, simply shrugging, as Scarlet and Ruby approached you both.

Y/N: Huff and puff.

The man's smile faltered ever so slightly, which made you smirk. Scarlet and Ruby finally reached the car and started to get in.

Man: Ruby.

Ruby stopped and looked at her friend who had gone back to smirking, though he kept his eyes on you rather than her.

Man: I'll see you later, yeah?

Ruby didn't speak. She just nodded before she stepped inside the car. The wind began to pick up as the smell of rain grew stronger. The man winked at you before walking back to his group. You just shrugged off the interaction and got into the car.

You drove off as the man watched with a low growl.

Scarlet: I told you to stay away from them.

Ruby: I can do whatever I want. You're not my mother.

Scarlet: I'm still responsible for you.

Ruby looked at you as she pouted in the backseat.

Ruby: Who's he?

Scarlet suddenly remembered that you were also there. She would have to talk to Ruby later when you weren't around to avoid embarrassing her further.

Scarlet: This is Y/N. Our new neighbor in 5-5.

Ruby grinned. She had heard stories about the apartment. About a horrific murder that took place there before her family moved next door. The previous tenants were a married couple and their daughter. A girl about Ginger's age.

Her body was found stuffed under the floorboards. A blood stained white dress with a stab wound between the ribs. Another two in the back along the spine. Her father had murdered her in a fit of drunken rage.

Ruby: Cool.

Scarlet: He was going to join us for dinner before we came to look for you.

Ruby went back to frowning.

Ruby: Yeah, well, no one asked you to.

Scarlet: A storm is coming.

Ruby: So?

Scarlet looked greatly upset at her younger sister. You could already tell that Ruby wasn't one to care for her own well being. A girl who only rebelled against her own life.

By the time you made it back to the apartments rain had already started to fall. The three of you managed to get inside before it began to pour in a heavy downfall.

You stood in the doorway and watched while Ruby hurried upstairs to get away from her sister as fast as she could. Scarlet found herself both frustrated and tired with her younger sister. It always always an uphill battle with her.

Scarlet looked to you to find your eyes fixated on the rain. The smell was intoxicating. Almost like a drug that you couldn't quit. Against the backdrop if rain and trees, Scarlet realized that your silhouette looked strikingly familiar to someone she once knew.

She snapped out of her daze when she realized you were looking at her.

Scarlet: I'm sorry. I'm sure this isn't what you expected your first day to go. And as for dinner I...

Y/N: It's alright.

You walked past her and started up the stairs as the door outside closed.

Y/N: I'll call it a night. I wasn't really hungry anyway.

You stopped. You looked over your shoulder at Scarlet and offered a reassuring smile.

Y/N: It was nice to meet you, Scarlet.

You then continued up the stairs. Moments later you were sitting in your empty apartment, a makeshift bed on your bedroom until you could get an actual one. You had made a list of things you needed to get tomorrow. Groceries and furniture.

You laid on the wooden ground and stared up at the roof. This was your brand new start. Brand new beginnings for someone who didn't deserve it.

Smoke Fills My Young Lungs

Blood And Ash Covers My Skin

You Left Me Behind

(Cover by Necessary_Chaos)