Neighbors {Corpsekkuno} HIATUS

Moving Day

I love when it rains.

I had just woken up. At least I got 4 hours of sleep. The cool blue light hits my wall. The shadows of raindrops running down my window are projected onto my dark blue comforter.
I sit up in bed, running my hand through my hair.

I wipe down my fogged-up window, open the window partially and look out onto the rainy Los Angeles streets. Cars were rushing by and a few groups of people were walking down the sidewalks under umbrellas.

I moved to Los Angeles a few weeks ago. I had to constantly drive two hours to here from San Diego for my medical appointments, so I figured it made sense to move. I did my research, found a less busy part of town, and packed my things. It wasn't a hard decision, as I wasn't leaving much behind. Though I am worried about getting recognized now more than ever.

I smell smoke. I can't tell if it's just the city streets or something else. I rub my eyes and pick up my phone off of the floor. A reminder pops up.

Moving Day 2: Today

So far, only my bed, clothes, towels, and streaming gear have arrived. The second moving truck is scheduled to come today. I'm not going to lie. I'm really fucking nervous. Even though people don't know what I look like, my voice is a dead giveaway.

Hopefully, the rain will either make them postpone the delivery or keep people off the sidewalks. My body begins to flood with anxiety.What if I have to take off the mask because it gets too wet? What do I do if someone recognizes me?

Relax. You're Corpse. No one knows what you look like.

I get up out of bed and walk slowly to the bathroom. My arm is tingling again and I can't feel my fingers. I open the door and am filled with disgust.

I hate mirrors.

Under my black eyes are almost purple eye-bags. My skin is paler than I remember. I don't recognize myself. I look dead. I have an urge to punch the mirror, but look down at my right knuckle. A light scar remains. I still remember the glass shard cutting across my fingers.

I'll cover the mirror later. I just need to try to ignore it.

I remove my clothes and rings and hop into the shower. The steam feels so good. My chipped black nails run through my curly black hair. My phone starts to ring.

Fuck. The moving company.

I quickly turn off the water, grab a towel, and tie it around my waist. I pick up my phone, still dripping wet.

"Hello...?"

"Hello, is this Corey?"

I forgot I used a fake name, almost responding no. "Yes, this is him."

"We're coming over now. Would you like us to bring your items into your apartment?"

"Please no," I respond a little too quickly. "I mean, Uhm, I can handle them. Just leave them on the 3rd floor and I'll handle them from there."

"Ok, sir. Just let us know if you change your mind. Please meet us outside to sign the contract." My breath is uneven. My mind is racing. It's been a week since I left my apartment.