It was time. She'd fought against it for so long, the urge to just go away. Becoming a new person seemed like a better idea to escape it all and now she was going to do it.
She had never felt better rolling her luggage behind her in a dark street barely lit by any street lights. Towering above her were rundown dingy apartments. Hers was one of the two bedroom ones at the end of the lane, at the very top.
No one knew her here, she thought, she had changed her name, and began a new life. She was now, 19, and dreamed of opening up a coffee shop and bookstore, in this small dreary town.
She was happy to rid herself of her old life. It was horrible, she was trapped and was not able to make decisions for herself. Now she was free from them. And she arrived at the top floor of the building. On the fifth floor she stood out the balcony that was more designed to be like a porch. And the metal rusted staircases leading up to here were not going to last long.
But that's okay because she took the back way, and the front part of the building was indoors, and had better stairs. Observing the left part of the balcony she observed the area, by looking at the cheap plastic gate set up, the numerous balls laying around, and the mix of small and big outdoor chairs she realized that children lived in the neighbors apartment.
Good, children are good. Maybe she could advertise herself as a babysitter. However, considering the parents lived here, they probably weren’t the best. It would be best to distance herself. But this was the only apartment she could afford.
But it was a start.
All was good.
She was now Andi Louris.