Sophie's P.o.v
I sigh as I finish unpacking the rest of my clothes. I let out a frustrated scream as I pull on the roots of my hair, this is to much! Trying to unpack for three days now is taking a toll on me. I am so done unpacking for the day. I haven't gone no where -not that I know where to go- or met anybody. I'm all alone.
I still need to find a job, the money I have won't last me more than a couple months. Who knew moving to a new city was going to be this hard? I just had to move, I couldn't be in the same place where I had the worst memories. I just couldn't, I'm not strong enough. Someday I will go back, just not now -it's to soon.
Checking the clock it read 6:23 pm. That explains why I'm so hungry, I haven't ate since the moring. Looking into the fridge there is nothing to eat -not a surprise. I guess I'll have take out once again. I should probably buy more groceries, tomorrow.
Grabbing the paper with my address on it I call a cab. I change into comfortable clothes and wait for the cab to come. I grab my necessities and put them inside my purse, but I feel like I'm missing something. Shaking it off I walk outside the apartment complex and as if on cue the cab comes in.
"Where to ma'am" the driver says. I can't spend much so whatever will do.
"Is there a good pizza place" I ask.
"Oh yes, I know a place. It's just on 14th street. It's called Artichoke and they sell one hell of a pizza, if I do say so myself" he chuckles to himself.
I just nod my head, I don't know where 14th Street is or where any street is so I just say "that will do, thanks". He nods his head and takes of driving.
I space out thinking of my past life. How I wish I was there that day, the day my parents were killed. Maybe, just maybe if I was there I could of done something to save them. I remember walking into the house to see a pool of blood everywhere. To see my father have a bullet in the middle of his head and my mother a shot to the chest. Every valuable possession we had was taken away. Everything except the locket with a picture of me and them. I look down at it as tears are edging to run down my face.
"Are you okay ma'am" the driver asks. I quickly wipe away my eyes.
"I'm fine" I lied.
"Well here's your stop" he says parking the car in an empty spot. I take out the money I owe him and hand it to him. I walk in and the first thing I see Is that it's packed. Well then...
A waiter takes me to an open booth. "Hi, I will be your waiter for tonight, can I get you anything to drink" he seemed like he was bored with his job. He didn't even fake enthusiasm.
"Just an iced tea for now" I smile. He writes it down and walks away. He comes back with a menu and my drink.
"I'll be back in a few when you're ready" I didn't get to answer as he already walked away. Such good customer service (note the sarcasm). Looking at the menu I look at the pizzas and see they have weird names. Margherita, sicilian, vodka sicilian, crab, what? Whoever named these pizzas must have been drunk, literally. Looking more down I see there is pepperoni -ah, atleast something here sounds normal.
Coming back the waiter gives me the same bored look on his face. "Are you ready to order"
"Yeah, can I just have the pepperoni pizza" I say. He nods his head and writes it down.
"Anything else" he looks up.
"No that's all" he gives a small nod before leaving. He seems like a talker, I snort.
When my pizza finally arrives I see that it was huge. This pizza can feed a family of 3. Either way I dig in and enjoy my dinner. I ate four pieces before I felt like I was going to blow up. Well now I know what I'm going to be eating for the next few days. I left a nice tip and went to go pay.
Walking out into the now windy New York city I felt the same feeling that I'm missing something. Sighing I step out and see a taxi coming my way. I wave my hand in the air and it comes to a stop near me. I walked to go in, but a man on his phone brushed past me opening the car door and hoping in.
"Excuse me sir I-" he shut the door. Are people here always this rude? No, not going to let this happen. I try to walk near the car, but it sped off. I hold in the scream I so wanted to yell out. I huff and stomp probably looking like an immature child.
Walking will have to do. I look through my purse for the paper with my address. Nothing. Panic starts to fill me. No, no, no, please, I need that paper, how am I going to go home if I don't have that paper! I could of used my GPS to walk there, but now I don't even know which way to go. I was to busy spacing of when the driver was driving that I didn't see which way we went. I don't even know own the name of the apartments for crying out loud. Can this day go any worse?
OK Sophie focus, which way should I go left or right? Left or right, left or right, left or right. Screw it I'm going left.
My feet, my poor feet are killing me. I haven't gotten any close to where my apartment is at -I think- and it's dark outside now. I don't even know how long I've walked. All I do know is that, I'm lost.
I sigh running a hand through my hair, think Sophie, think. I look at my surroundings only to be met by creepy buildings, alleys, and no one and no car passing by. I guess I have to keep walking.
I walk further and soon hear a voice. Finally! I can get some help. Getting closer I get a bad feeling. The voice was getting louder meaning I was getting closer.
"No, please I swear- " I barely get to look when, BANG!
I stood froze as I watched right before my eyes, a man getting killed. I feel myself heart sink as tears fall down my face. I cover my mouth not wanting to make a sound, I need to get out of here. Turning around I start to walk away, but not before glancing one more time only to be met by 3 pairs of eyes. That's when I did it, that's when I took of and...ran.
I don't know where the hell I'm going, but I pumped my already tired legs to run. Even though it's night the image is stuck on my head like it happened in early light. My vision becomes blurry with tears, but that doesn't stop me from running. The adrenaline makes me running faster and faster. I turn left and right at every chance I get. I don't hear anyone or anything behind me, but that doesn't stop me from running. My heart is beating so fast I feel like it's about to burst out my chest.
I stop to catch air. I was so wrong, it did go worse. I walk to the streets more lost than before -if it's possible. I need to call for help. Getting my phone out, it wouldn't turn on. Great, this if fucking great. Today has been nothing but crap all I want is to take a long shower and sleep as if nothing happened.
I don't know how I did it or how I got here, but I made it home. Opening the door I slam it shut behind me locking it. I slide down the door and hug my knees to my chest. Tears fell freely down my face. "Why, just why me" I say out loud.
Getting myself together I stand up and head to my room, I need a shower. I put my phone to charge and grab random shorts and shirt. Turning the water to hot, I strip from my clothes and jump into the shower. The water cascaded down my body relaxing it instantly. My legs feel like jelly as I stood in the shower. Grabbing my strawberry scented shampoo I scrub it on my head and body.
Once I was done I wrapped a towel around my body and changed into my clothes. To tired to blow dry my hair is jump into bed, literally. Can I just forget what happened tonight? No, tomorrow I will go down to the police station. I can't let this slip, that person -whoever he was- needs justice. With finally thoughts in my head I fall into a deep sleep, but not before I hear my phone flash. I will check it tomorrow, nothing is getting in between me and my sleep.
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