(Y/N)'s POV
Pushing the last box in the medium size apartment I try shaking my childhood memories out of my head. I look at my phone checking the time it was 1:30am it was about time I get some sleep. I walk into the half empty room with boxes everywhere and I climb into the bed sooner or later I drifted off to sleep but I'm quickly awaken with some one screaming. I grab the knife that's laying on the nightstand besides my bed but I slowly put it down when I realize the loud noise is not coming from my apartment room. It was coming from the one next door I got out of my bed and went to the next door apartment room. I knocked on the door but then my social anxiety started to kick in
What am I doing what if he is secretly getting killed
Omg he is totally gonna hate me
SHIT he may know my dad
and that's when the door open oh shit "Hi how may I help you." my heart stopped I opened my mouth then closed it again no words were forming I begin breathing in and quickly my brain shut down and my knees went weak. I fell down and put my legs up to my chest he quickly up to me but I flinched away "Hey, Hey calm down it's just old man booper dooper." he said in attemp to make a joke I giggled and looked up at him "I am s-sorry about me f-freaking out and stuff."
"Don't be sorry it's not your fault trust me."
"No you trust me I'm pretty sure it's my fault.... Anyway." I say quickly trying to change the subject "Umm I came over to ask you to uh keep it down please." he looked at me with sorrow spilt on his face "I am EXTREMELY sorry I'll keep it down can I make it up to you how about I take you out or- No it's fine." I cut him off and I get up off the floor "Its fine really no big deal see you around." I say while quickly running to my room making sure I close the door and lock it." I slid down my door know one can know about me
"No one"
