Unlocked by A. E. Murphy

Author:A. E. Murphy [Murphy, A. E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-04-30T18:30:00+00:00

Drake walks me up to my apartment, carrying my handbag for me as though it’s the heaviest object in the world. He’s funny, a lot less tense than Tobias, less inclined to care if he’s caught in a less than stellar situation, like carrying a woman’s handbag and crying at its weight.

He asks me if I need moral support and although I am desperate for it, I decline and he leaves me with a tight hug, making me promise to keep in touch.

A promise I’ll do my best to keep.

Was my front door always green?

I turn my key in the lock and count down from six. I don’t know why six. It just feels like a good number.

Six…

Five…

Four…

Three…

I open the door prematurely and step into my apartment.

Though I’m not entirely sure it is my apartment anymore. It looks more like a bachelor pad. We have a brand new reclining sofa, a huge TV on the wall and three different game consoles all built into the actual wall. The kitchen has been renovated into a more modern style and it is all squeaky clean. I spy inspirational quotes on the sage green walls, some lyrics from songs I wrote.

This is too much. I’ve only been gone two months. They’ve transformed the place. It looks and smells so good.

“Hello?” I call out into the empty apartment and get no answer.

I bypass the filth and head straight to my room, the door clicking open with a slight squeak of the hinges.

“Oh my God.” Tears fill my eyes when I take it all in.

It’s pristine. Cleaner than it was before. The walls have been painted black and pink. They’re covered in images of my favourite bands, old records, my first keyboard that started to break at the beginning of our contract. My bedding is new too; it’s a patchwork of our song lyrics, feel good snippets and quotes that make me smile.

All of my furniture is new too. I have a throne, a literal fucking padded black wood and bright pink cushioned throne at my desk where my laptop rests, waiting for its master. My hand snags the fluffy throw off the foot of the bed and, after dropping my bag onto the floor, I wrap it around me and sit in the same spot I sat in when I subconsciously decided to end my life.

It feels like a lifetime ago. I feel like a new person.

I can’t believe they did this for me.

When I brave standing, I go over to my desk and open my laptop.

I don’t unlock it; I just stare at it for the longest moment and then decide that’s not something I’m ready for so I close it again and instead empty my bag onto the empty space on my desk.

My phone slides out and I touch it with the tip of my finger. Then I pick it up with all of the crap I don’t need and dump it in my new, purple bin. My bedroom is a mess of bright colours but it’s amazing.

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