The darkened room couldn't seem any smaller than it already is. I flip the lightswitch, the tiny apartment now glowing. The space is horrendous. Nothing more than three feet away. Boxes lay scattered around, dishes already built up, and a cubby full of dirty clothes. By the look of things you could possibly think, 'this girl has been living here for a while.'
No. Moving into this dump about a week ago. I knew the apartment would be crap, but I hadn't expected it to be like this. The dark walls caving in, and a hole covered by a horrendous painting. The scent of lilac settles me—my love of candles has stuck with me; thankfully.
If only apartments in Texas looked like the ones in LA. I left California for adventure, to do something with my life. Having rich parents, I would get anything I wanted. Still not reality. I knew if I stayed there I wouldn't get any education, nor a future. My mind scatters to the horrible night I left my beloved family. Not wanting to think about it, I push the thought to the back of my mind.
"Madison, are you here?" I hear a questionable voice ask. Who could that be? I hop off the flat bed, scurrying to the door. Not knowing anyone in Texas I couldn't think of who this might be. Obviously someone who knows me— that I do not know of.
Opening the door I see the face; a scruff beard, nice brown eyes, and swift brown hair. "Who a-" I begin but am soon cut off. Faster than a tornado, he spits out, "Your landlord, sorry I couldn't introduce myself the other day. But here I am, how do you like the room?"
A sigh of relief washes over me, wrapping my head around the man. "Yes, I love it!" Lying through my perfectly white teeth.
"Sorry I didn't catch your name?" A fake smile, and a fake attitude sent his way.
"Cameron Dallas" Still fast talking me.
"Well Cameron I will see you around, yeah?" He nods, walking away in his formal suit. I slam the door behind me rolling my hazel eyes in the process.
The night goes by. Light turns to dark. Voices silence.