There is currently a debate looming across my mind, should I stay where I am most comfortable, or should I try to pursue something new? Do I have a choice in the matter? The truth is I don't. There is nothing but the hand of life guiding me, pointing me in the direction I fear the most. I can see myself becoming the monster I always feared by following the path. But if it is the path life has paved for me, I assume I must follow until I reach the end.
Unpacking the final box, I find myself content with the home I've made for myself in the new apartment. I wasn't too sure, and I still have my skepticisms of where I currently am. With all the things I am unsure about, the one thing I can say for certain is that this was the best outcome for me.
Earlier in the previous months, I was met with a difficult choice. I was being forced to move out with a limited time to find a new place to live. I found a few different towns with a few different places to live in each. The only issue was it was far to difficult to make up my own mind. I had to weigh my options, which do I gain the most benefits from?
Eventually, I settled on this place, as it would provide the best opportunity to find better paying jobs, as well as meeting new people. After all, this was a massive apartment complex, I was bound to meet someone new and interesting. Perhaps even finding someone to date if I was lucky enough.
After I finished unpacking, I made my way over to my couch and sat before my television set. I turned it on and was met with the volume a little too loud. The news anchor's voice boomed through the speakers. I charged toward the remote. Grabbing it and fumbling, I turned the volume down to a manageable point. I slumped back down and sighed, rubbing my temple. Good, now my neighbors are going to hate me.
Feeling that little ounce of anxiety still sitting in my chest, I leaned forward and tried paying attention to what they were talking about. There was the image of a dark figure with a question mark where his head should be, in the top corner as the man news anchor talked. I believe he was talking about a guy that had robbed a convenient store. I'd heard about that earlier today as I went to grab some snacks after filling up at the gas station.
Someone should do something to try and catch this guy, I thought.
I heard a pounding on the door. Great, it must be someone in another apartment, come to yell at me for my TV being too loud. I turned the volume down more before approaching the door. I opened the door and a man pulled out a gun, pushing me inside before stepping inside himself and shutting the door behind him.
Internally, I was screaming. Outside, I was breathing a little heavy but trying to remain calm. This is it, I thought, this is how I die.
The man forced me onto my couch and told me to tell no one he was there. He took off his hoodie and told me to put it on. He offered it as more a suggestion with a gun pointed to my head.
I didn't ask any questions in fear of what he might do. I threw on his hoodie and watched him as he crept into my coat closet.
I heard a pounding on the door. There wasn't enough time to answer it before my door was bashed down and I was forced to the ground. They were cops, shouting and trying to arrest me. I was about to tell them I'm not the guy they were looking for, when the guy in the closet came out.
The man tried playing innocent, claiming I had forced him inside after I barged inside. The cops believed him in that instance and they took me away.
Unpacking the final box, I find myself content with the home I've made for myself in the new apartment. I wasn't too sure, and I still have my skepticisms of where I currently am. With all the things I am unsure about, the one thing I can say for certain is that this was the best outcome for me.
Earlier in the previous months, I was met with a difficult choice. I was being forced to move out with a limited time to find a new place to live. I found a few different towns with a few different places to live in each. The only issue was it was far to difficult to make up my own mind. I had to weigh my options, which do I gain the most benefits from?
Eventually, I settled on this place, as it would provide the best opportunity to find better paying jobs, as well as meeting new people. After all, this was a massive apartment complex, I was bound to meet someone new and interesting. Perhaps even finding someone to date if I was lucky enough.
After I finished unpacking, I made my way over to my couch and sat before my television set. I turned it on and was met with the volume a little too loud. The news anchor's voice boomed through the speakers. I charged toward the remote. Grabbing it and fumbling, I turned the volume down to a manageable point. I slumped back down and sighed, rubbing my temple. Good, now my neighbors are going to hate me.
Feeling that little ounce of anxiety still sitting in my chest, I leaned forward and tried paying attention to what they were talking about. There was the image of a dark figure with a question mark where his head should be, in the top corner as the man news anchor talked. I believe he was talking about a guy that had robbed a convenient store. I'd heard about that earlier today as I went to grab some snacks after filling up at the gas station.
Someone should do something to try and catch this guy, I thought.
I heard a pounding on the door. Great, it must be someone in another apartment, come to yell at me for my TV being too loud. I turned the volume down more before approaching the door. I opened the door and a man pulled out a gun, pushing me inside before stepping inside himself and shutting the door behind him.
Internally, I was screaming. Outside, I was breathing a little heavy but trying to remain calm. This is it, I thought, this is how I die.
The man forced me onto my couch and told me to tell no one he was there. He took off his hoodie and told me to put it on. He offered it as more a suggestion with a gun pointed to my head.
I didn't ask any questions in fear of what he might do. I threw on his hoodie and watched him as he crept into my coat closet.
I heard a pounding on the door. There wasn't enough time to answer it before my door was bashed down and I was forced to the ground. They were cops, shouting and trying to arrest me. I was about to tell them I'm not the guy they were looking for, when the guy in the closet came out.
The man tried playing innocent, claiming I had forced him inside after I barged inside. The cops believed him in that instance and they took me away.
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