Anisa Taylor smiled weakly. More wearily. She wasn't too sure of her new surroundings. The bar under her new apartment reeked. It was damp and cold, the tables and chairs seemed to have many stories. They were cut, bashed and scarred.
Like me
She closed her eyes, and re-opened them. Hoping her life was just a dream.
A nightmare. No matter what you'll always wake out of nightmares.
No..
No effect.
She sat at the bar, still waiting for the bar lady's shift to start, her landlord Erick Evandale told her that a lady would be ready to hand her papers and details about payments.He couldn't speak with her.
She never had to go such trouble when she rented houses.
This man must be organised. Too organised. Best not to stay here longer than planned.
After a while, Anisa heard shuffling from the bar room. A person walked out. She was pretty black young woman. She was chubby, but it made her look attractive, more like she needed it there. She was clean and crisp with her red hair tied back in a neat bun. Even at this late time. Anisa cursed under her breath for looking so awful today. She wore thick black boots and a grey sweatshirt with worn out jeans. She had dull light brown hair that tumbled loosely down her shoulder. Yeah, an attempt of hers to make a ponytail. Maybe this was what over twenty hours journey from London to America, to Manhattan on a cheap plane did affect looks.
She started the conversation.
"Hey you must be Anisa Taylor. Boss told me all about you."
Anisa froze. What did her boss tell this woman about her? She didn't fill out her papers yet so how?
"Yes. I.. assume he did." Anisa replied blunty. Not returning the friendliness of this woman. She wanted to show her she was wrong, that she made a mistake. To crack her. Maybe she worked for "him".
"I'll give you a drink, you must be tired. Boss told me you're from London? It must have taken a while to get here! What are you doing here anyway?"
The direction of that question was odd. Anisa replied drearily as she received her drink.
"Why do people come here anyway? Fresh start I guess. More jobs and real estate here!"
"Ha!" The woman chuckled. "Tis what they say about Manhattan in London? Fresh start. I have been thinking about moving places too, this place stinks, I'm only staying here because my contract says that this place will be changed around in the next few months, and that I'll get a raise. You must be a strong woman, you ain't afraid to travel from a different continent while I'm here scared to move from town to town. This city means to much too me I guess."
It really meant nothing to Anisa. She learned one rule from life. Never get too close to someone. It will make your life easier. The person might end up either stabbing your back or make it more painful when you have to move.
I'm an expert at this now.
"Here have a drink. I'll get ya the files." With that the lady trudged off.
Anisa felt a tinge of guilt. this lady was being so kind, yet she didn't respect it. She didn't even know her name!
Groaning, she clasped the glass. the juice was a tinge of green. She sipped at first.Lime flavour. It tasted nice. Although she wasn't sure if she was drinking poison or not. Something about this drink was not right. However when she saw that more people were drinking the same drink, she calmed down.
Once the red headed lady came back, she handed Anisa the papers. It was just basic information she had to fill in about herself. In the papers she got the information about the rent and the landlord. She filled it all in, her mind buzzing from the drink.
"Your place is upstairs first door on the left." The lady said. "Just a bit of advice. I suggest you lighten up. You are only 34 but look years older. In this part of the city, looks are important."
Anisa should have felt offended, but at the same time she felt gratitude towards the woman. She was being honest with her. After all. Anisa did look old and depressed. It was time for change.
He will look for a scarred woman. Not someone joyful.
- - - - -
"Oh Shi!- oh never mind." Anisa Cursed not able to open the door, but eventually found out that she turned the key in the lock the wrong way. She opened the door to her new house. Well.. it didn't look new. The walls were just un-covered red brick walls. The rooms were small and cramped. She had the basics in there though. Kitchen counters, fridge, stove, bathroom and bed.
I need nothing else if I'm to make a quick escape
Inside were also old crates, the wood colour was fading away. She went over to inspect. Her brain seemed fuzzy, and it became instantly really hot in the room. She felt light headed and weak.
She clutched her stomach and grasped for air that quickly escaped her lungs. Her blood was boiling, the smell of smoke filled her nostrils. She coughed and..
Fell down to her knees, her voice wouldn't work, her body wouldn't obey her commands, breathing was painful. Sweat poured from every pore on her body.
I am going to be cooked alive
Her brain couldn't register what was happening.
She tumbled back and helped herself up against the crates, Her apartment was on fire. Not ordinary fire, it seemed to take shape of snakes, it surged like mystical power, taking control of her body. She felt the flesh burning off her body.
"You will never forget, you can't forget, scars will remain for eternity."
She only caught a few last glimpses as the world around her burned, everything she wanted, was to start a new life, sadly it ended before it started. She let out a few last breaths as her life was taken away.. taken into the devil's pit.
The end.
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