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My last breath
Guest
Aspen Brooks
Age: 22
Aspen dropped the last box on the floor next to the sofa. It had taken her a good bit of the day to move everything in. Being in a new city she didn't have any friends to help her out. She moved here though just for something new, she was tired of the small town living where everyone knew your business. Closing then locking the front door, she made her way to the kitchen. The only thing she really had in the fridge right now was two six packs of Smirnoff ice. They may not be real beers or hard alcohol but she liked them. Popping off the top she took a good long swig.
Now that she had time, she could really look the place over. It was a one bedroom apartment on the fifth floor. The elevator was only a few doors down from her too. There was a small balcony just big enough for a table and two chairs. The kitchen was open to the living room, which was fairly large itself. Just off to the right was a hallway leading to the spacious bedroom and single bathroom. She had a corner apartment so no matter what room she was in she had a great view.
Setting the bottle on the kitchen counter she went to the living room to grab a box. May as well start unpacking now. Taking the metal silverware tray from the box she opened one of the drawers, only to find it already had something in it. Reaching in she pulled out a strange looking book. It had some weird symbols on the cover, no words. "Hmm, the last people must have left this by accident." Picking the bottle back up, she closed the drawer with her hip. Aspen walked to the sofa. Flopping down on to it, she started thumbing through the book. On the very first page were some words in a language she didn't know.
Flipping through it a little more, she didn't really read anything, only glanced at the pages. She did however come back to that first page. Sounding out the words "Vos obsecro dæmonium," with a sigh she set the book on her coffee table. She wondered what thew words meant of course, but didn't really feel like searching the meaning of them at the moment.
Her muscles hurt from fighting the sofa and bed up five flights of stairs by herself. With her free hand she rubbed at her sore shoulders. What she really needed was a hot shower, something to loosen the tight muscles. Chugging the rest of her bottle she tossed it in a box of trash. Stretching a little, she stood up from the sofa. Pulling the gray tank top over her head, she made her way to the bathroom. Next were the denim shorts she was wearing. Reaching in she turned on the water, living alone she didn't bother closing the bathroom door. Letting her hair down from the messy ponytail she stepped into the hot streamy shower. Closing the glass doors, she placed her hands on the wall in front of her, letting the hot water run down her shoulders and back.
Age: 22
Aspen dropped the last box on the floor next to the sofa. It had taken her a good bit of the day to move everything in. Being in a new city she didn't have any friends to help her out. She moved here though just for something new, she was tired of the small town living where everyone knew your business. Closing then locking the front door, she made her way to the kitchen. The only thing she really had in the fridge right now was two six packs of Smirnoff ice. They may not be real beers or hard alcohol but she liked them. Popping off the top she took a good long swig.
Now that she had time, she could really look the place over. It was a one bedroom apartment on the fifth floor. The elevator was only a few doors down from her too. There was a small balcony just big enough for a table and two chairs. The kitchen was open to the living room, which was fairly large itself. Just off to the right was a hallway leading to the spacious bedroom and single bathroom. She had a corner apartment so no matter what room she was in she had a great view.
Setting the bottle on the kitchen counter she went to the living room to grab a box. May as well start unpacking now. Taking the metal silverware tray from the box she opened one of the drawers, only to find it already had something in it. Reaching in she pulled out a strange looking book. It had some weird symbols on the cover, no words. "Hmm, the last people must have left this by accident." Picking the bottle back up, she closed the drawer with her hip. Aspen walked to the sofa. Flopping down on to it, she started thumbing through the book. On the very first page were some words in a language she didn't know.
Flipping through it a little more, she didn't really read anything, only glanced at the pages. She did however come back to that first page. Sounding out the words "Vos obsecro dæmonium," with a sigh she set the book on her coffee table. She wondered what thew words meant of course, but didn't really feel like searching the meaning of them at the moment.
Her muscles hurt from fighting the sofa and bed up five flights of stairs by herself. With her free hand she rubbed at her sore shoulders. What she really needed was a hot shower, something to loosen the tight muscles. Chugging the rest of her bottle she tossed it in a box of trash. Stretching a little, she stood up from the sofa. Pulling the gray tank top over her head, she made her way to the bathroom. Next were the denim shorts she was wearing. Reaching in she turned on the water, living alone she didn't bother closing the bathroom door. Letting her hair down from the messy ponytail she stepped into the hot streamy shower. Closing the glass doors, she placed her hands on the wall in front of her, letting the hot water run down her shoulders and back.