As painful as it was to walk away, I continued to walking down the dark to my apartment. I didn’t want to waste money on a cab and I didn’t want to take the offer of a ride from him. I needed to get away, far away, from him. I can’t give in to him. My heart and my brain are at war, and I couldn’t bring them to peace. The streets were filled with dark shadows of the downtown buildings. They stood tall as I tried to appreciate the beautiful historical architecture. But darkness covered the building like a winter coat, and my thoughts echoed even louder. Even the wind was taking sides with my heart, as it whispered in my ear as if it had a voice. I could have sworn it said, “Turn away… go back to him”. I swear the walk to my apartment seemed to take longer than I remembered. As I turned the corner, my apartment was in view. Situated in an old beautifully structured building, my place was my fortress, my protection, and no one could break it down. I stayed on the very top so I had roof access with the added expense to my rent, of course. But thinking about my apartment eased my mind because I was so close to my safe zone.
I entered the entrance and everything was quiet. It felt like the world was empty and I was the only person left. Even my thoughts were quiet. I walked up the stair my apartment, trying to be as quiet as possible, but the wooden stairs creaked. I heard a door cry as a tenant eyeballed me walking up the creaking stairs. My face scrunched up and my nostrils flared.
“What the fuck are you looking at lady?” I snapped
She slammed her door loudly, probably waking up...