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Today is not my day.
"FEE!" The undeniable screech of my boss. Lucky me.
"Yes Lexie? I'm in the stock room!" I call back. I'd rather be in the bathroom trying to clean myself up, but they were conveniently out of order again. I've worked here for two years, they're always out of order.
"There's a lady here who says that you threw her drink at her. And I'm to give her a refund. Is that true?" It wouldn't matter if I showed her my soaked jeans, and see through shirt. She'd still find a reason to fire me. She's been trying for the last month since she took over as General Manager. Her daddy is just so important.
"Coming," I mumbled as she shouted for me again. Dealing with the rude customer, I made her the exact same drink again. But apparently free tastes right to her. I have bills to pay, but I'm not so sure this job is worth it.

The sound of the lock clicking closed is the best sound of all. And the fact I feel this way shows I have no life at all. I can't believe Lexie bailed and left me on my own again. I know its just a café, but these customers can really be ruthless.
My condition doesn't make it any easier. However, I am lucky that she didn't decide to fire me today. That super important party that came up, deemed it worthy enough for me to keep my job.

Footsteps shuffling from behind me, broke my thoughts. Odd, I didn't sense anyone. Turning around, I note the empty street. No, I was definitely losing my mind. Picking up the pace, and unlocking the door, I make my way to my apartment. The only upside to living in a smaller and less common area, is the better places to live - and less people. Downside being all the neighbours trying to get overly friendly with eachother. I already know everything there is to know about everyone in this damn town. And it's not pretty.
Two whiskeys down and I'm starting to feel abit better. Noone should have to put up with this. And yet I do. I can't even get a moment of peace in my own home.

Walking from my kitchen and into my bedroom, I could have sworn I felt the presence of another person. A prickling sensation slithering softly down my spine. But again, i feel nothing. Yet something feels off. Grabbing my pyjamas, I walk into my ensuite and lock the door. If there was someone lurking, they didn't need to watch me change into my silk nightdress. I don't want to give anyone any ideas. I may be twenty one but, I'm not ready to lose my virgin status yet. Its hard to find someone, having the gifts I do.

Sighing loudly, I check the room before climbing into bed. I have barely enough time to sleep before I have to be at work again. I wish I could my job for my loneliness. If only it was that easy.
"Hello?" I suddenly call, sitting up as a squeek vibrates through my floorboards. The wind shouting through my window, curtains flying around. I must have forgotten to close it. At least I'm on the top floor. I can't imagine anyone being able to climb a five hundred foot apartment building. They would have to be some kind of mythical creature to do that. And those only exist in my books. Except for me.

I'd give anything to be able to read tonight. Or even to paint. Basically, I just want some time to myself. I want to sack off my job, move somewhere far away from people and just do all the things I enjoy. If I'm going to be alone, I actually want to be alone. I wouldn't even know where to begin, to make that happen.

I'm not even sure I can fall asleep tonight. There's three couples just in this apartment block alone, that are getting divorced. All of them are involved somehow, even if they aren't all aware of it. But I know. I know everyone's secrets. That's why I picked this place. There are no bad people in this building. I'm just not sure about my apartment right now. I've shut the window and yet I can still hear my curtains rustling. My floor still squeaking and shadows moving across my my closed eyes. If I didn't keep my lamp on, then I wouldn't know.

This is too much. This is all too much. I've been home for hours now, and I have to be up soon. I can't be playing cat and mouse with some ghost. I should be able to hear them, to feel them. And yet I sense nothing. It's chilling, and also sort of exciting. No, get a grip. If there is someone here, and the fact that i can't sense them, then it has to be bad. I need to do something other than lay here and feel sorry for myself.

My feet smacked the floor noisily in my boots, if there is someone then I want them to know where I am so, they can leave me alone. At least they are doing that. I've dressed comfortably, but also kept in mind my shift in a couple of hours. The town will be mine for the night. Whilst the people sleep, I will listen to their dreams. The sun knows me as the shadow. Will the moon know the same?

Pulling on my leather jacket, I took one last look around. The apartment breathing silently.
"I'm leaving. I'll be back same time tonight. Be gone by then...please. I need some sleep," I added, before locking the door and walking quietly down the stairs. I paused nearly halfway down, humour filling my sense as I watched my neighbours dream. Theirs nothing like watching someone discover their dreams. That teen is going to be having some very confusing thoughts tomorrow. The night air hit me gracefully, the earth still warm from the day before. I hope today doesn't grow to be so hot. I cannot stand the heat. I prefer the soft caress of the cold wind, as it whips around my hair and kisses the back of my neck. That's what I spend my summer looking forward to.

My feet automatically walked towards the one place I knew to be open. So.ewhere I've never been, but always debated going to. Well tonight - or this morning - would be that time. The local club still thriving. They had two options. The basement housed roudy drunk teenagers who wanted to dance and drink - then fuck. Or... upstairs, we're I could recline in a comfortable chair and enjoy another whiskey in peace. Well, as peaceful as it could be. The room lined with tables, and the bar littered with stools.

I'm surprised by the amount of people here. I wait for my drink, adding extra ice to water it down. I don't need to be drunk for my shift. Not that anyone will care.as I scanned the room for an empty chair, my eyes caught another pair. They stared intensely, not caring that I now know of their presence. His group continued their merry conversation, and I chose a seat far away. Hiding in a corner is more my speed. That's when I realised. For the amount of people in this building, it was awfully quiet.

And that's chapter one folks. I hope you like it, and find it intriguing. I'm excited for this story. I'm still taking ideas, comments and trope ideas on my TikTok. Let's write a beautiful story together. All links are in my bio. If you want a shoutout, make sure to comment and let me know! New shoutout each chapter⭐

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