Who Cares about that damn story!

Chapter One: Let's Find The One Who Destroyed My Life

'What a poor neighborhood, is he being abused? Shouldn't make assumptions.' 

Biting her lips she walked towards the small boy and asked: 

"Little boy, do you know where Apartment number 49 is?" 

"..." The boy looked up at her and didn't say anything. 

"Hello? Do you know where Apartment number 49 is?" 

"Sorry Ma'am, I ain't talking to strangers." The boy finally responded in a grudge-like tone. Sadie sighed and then kneeled down to the boy's level and said: 

"Aish! Little kid, I'm trying to find someone really important that it concerns my life really badly. Do you know where it is? You don't need to take me there, just point." 

The boy pointed to the right of the buildings where a shabbier building was placed. Sadie smiled and thanked the kid. 

She headed to the place where he pointed to, and the more stranger it got. 

"W-at? Apartment C89? Where the hell am I? Did the boy just fool me?!" Sadie said as she realized she had gotten lost. Google maps weren't helping her at all. This was getting ridiculous, how was she supposed to get back to her car now? 

"Hahaha! Can't believe I just got fooled by a little poodle! Shouldn't have trusted strangers!" Sadie cried in anger.  

"HEY SLUT! LEARN TO BE QUIET BEFORE I WARRANT A COMPLAINT AGAINST YOU!" A voice barked at her from a distance. Sadie turned around to look at a fat elderly lady walking towards her, pointing her middle finger to Sadie. 

"Hah?! Excuse me?! I'm just a little lost okay? Me screaming does not violate the first amendment!" 

"Shut up bitch! Look at you all dolled up! I don't need another prostitute in this neighborhood." The elderly woman studied Sadie up and down. 

'What a strange neighborhood!! Can I just sue these people?'

"What the fuc-! I'm just looking for Apartment 49! Geez!" 

"...you mean that apartment building that got destroyed two months ago and everyone in that building had to empty it and leave?" a quieter voice called next to the elderly woman. 

A handsome young man approached behind the elderly fat woman. Though he was wearing broken glasses, and out-of-trend, shredded sweatshirt- his handsomeness looked flawed and perfectly natural.  

"D-destroyed? Apartment 49 is destroyed!? B-but on GoogleMaps-!"

"Ah, Google doesn't always have the answer. That apartment was destroyed, torn apart into crumbles two months ago. So it makes sense Google Maps didn't take it off their maps because of the recent change." 

"..." 

'Are you kidding me?' 

"Who are you looking for anyway? I have contact information with the person who might know the person." 

"Ah... do you know someone who lived in Room 5- Apt. 49?" 

"..." The young man didn't respond as he opened his mouth and quietly whispered, "that apartment room was unique." 

"???" Sadie didn't understand why the word unique was used. 

"Let's say ghosts lived there." 

'So you are saying that a ghost wrote my previous life on a book? Is the author already dead or did he give out pseudo information to the publishers?' 

"Oh... how exactly did that ghost get discovered? Someone had to live there right?' 

"Oh yes, yes, someone did live there." 

"When?" 

"Twenty years ago." 

"..." 

'Me and my wonderful shitty luck!' 

"The rumor had that the resident had committed suicide because he fell in love with a ghost. Another rumor is going around that there are now two ghosts in that apartment." 

"So you're saying the resident and his ghost lover actually became an eternal couple as ghosts now?" Sadie repeated to confirm everything. 

"...yeah. That's a better way to put it."  

'Ah...what a wonderful piece of cooked shit.' 

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: 

'Italics' = Inner Thinking

Italics = Memories

Normal = Story Plot Line