The apartment where Sami lived wasn't the most luxurious place. It was for people with moderate income who wanted a nice view of the channel running through town. There were all sorts of people who lived there with little or no interaction between neighbors. Unlike the complex across the water, her building had no balconies or sheltered porches. It was expected that if you wanted to go outside, then you ought to get the hell out of your house to do it.
There was, however, a courtyard on the top of the building. The inhabitants of the apartments below never really used it. Someone could grow a huge crop of cannibus up there and no one would ever stumble upon it. Granted, most people preferred to grow their recreational substances in the privacy of their own homes. Weed wasn't illegal here, but that didn't stop the occasional stigma from being associated to people who enjoyed such things.
No, there were only two kinds of people who went to the top of the building: jumpers and Sami.
There was a rust covered railing that ran along the entire length of the rooftop. This either provided you with three and a half feet of extra jumping height, or in Sami's case a nice place to lean against whenever she needed a smoke. It was a great place to smoke. She didn't enjoy lighting up in her apartment on a regular basis because the stale smell of cigarettes was absolutely revolting. Even a smoker had their limits.
Every day those too-blue eyes would take their time sliding over the surrounding properties and water below. It was seven flights up from the ground floor. Today it was cold and overcast. The snow was still piled in various corners and the landscape was a combination of white and brown. She hated how quickly mud could pollute the surrounding scenary.
As the light gray smoke lifted from the end of her cancer-stick and her breathing turned to a sickeningly slow in-and-out, Sami watched the world below. There was one thing in particular that always caught her attention.
RhyDin City wasn't very well maintained. The streets alternated between uneven cobblestone and pavement that had more cracks that a crocodile's flesh. Most people got around on foot and astride horses or strange animals. There were very few motor vehicles in RhyDin. However, there was one in the parking lot across the channel. It was a red truck with two doors and multiple bumper stickers covering the back window.
It reminded her of her father's truck.
Sami had seen this vehicle many times and each time it caused her to reflect on life before the great Nexus displacement. She had once heard someone expressing a theory on why the Nexus brings us here. The man had said that everyone in RhyDin who came here against their will was missing a piece of themselves. Over the years she spent here....Sami was inclined to agree with this man.
She had hated her father. Honestly, he wasn't even her biological parent. She didn't know who her biological parent was. He was the man who married her mother and adopted her as his daughter. Afterwards they had three other kids together. Sami had felt that he refused to make things easy for her because, in essence, it wasn't his responsibility. She wasn't really his. Which is why she spent so much time daydreaming about what her real family would be like.
Over the years she came to realize that it affected what she looked for in relationships as well. Sami was always more interested in older men. She wanted someone to guide her. Someone who possessed more wisdom and would be in charge of taking care of things. Still, even after recognizing how her own disfunctional father-daughter relationship dictated what she looked for in present time, she didn't know if that made it wrong for her.
Standing on the edge of the rooftop she lit up a second cigarette. She stared at the truck below. As harmful as it might be to have a missing piece she had trouble believing that life here in RhyDin could be all bad. She stared again at the red truck below.
A man opened the door that lead up to the rooftop. His cheeks were red and his eyes were weary. Sami looked back when she heard the noise of the heavy door's hinges. The two exchanged glances for a moment. He coughed and then went back inside. Sami turned her attention back to the cigarette, the truck, and the channel.
If everyone was missing a piece....was there a chance of filling the hole in someone else's life" Or would they always be partly empty"
There was, however, a courtyard on the top of the building. The inhabitants of the apartments below never really used it. Someone could grow a huge crop of cannibus up there and no one would ever stumble upon it. Granted, most people preferred to grow their recreational substances in the privacy of their own homes. Weed wasn't illegal here, but that didn't stop the occasional stigma from being associated to people who enjoyed such things.
No, there were only two kinds of people who went to the top of the building: jumpers and Sami.
There was a rust covered railing that ran along the entire length of the rooftop. This either provided you with three and a half feet of extra jumping height, or in Sami's case a nice place to lean against whenever she needed a smoke. It was a great place to smoke. She didn't enjoy lighting up in her apartment on a regular basis because the stale smell of cigarettes was absolutely revolting. Even a smoker had their limits.
Every day those too-blue eyes would take their time sliding over the surrounding properties and water below. It was seven flights up from the ground floor. Today it was cold and overcast. The snow was still piled in various corners and the landscape was a combination of white and brown. She hated how quickly mud could pollute the surrounding scenary.
As the light gray smoke lifted from the end of her cancer-stick and her breathing turned to a sickeningly slow in-and-out, Sami watched the world below. There was one thing in particular that always caught her attention.
RhyDin City wasn't very well maintained. The streets alternated between uneven cobblestone and pavement that had more cracks that a crocodile's flesh. Most people got around on foot and astride horses or strange animals. There were very few motor vehicles in RhyDin. However, there was one in the parking lot across the channel. It was a red truck with two doors and multiple bumper stickers covering the back window.
It reminded her of her father's truck.
Sami had seen this vehicle many times and each time it caused her to reflect on life before the great Nexus displacement. She had once heard someone expressing a theory on why the Nexus brings us here. The man had said that everyone in RhyDin who came here against their will was missing a piece of themselves. Over the years she spent here....Sami was inclined to agree with this man.
She had hated her father. Honestly, he wasn't even her biological parent. She didn't know who her biological parent was. He was the man who married her mother and adopted her as his daughter. Afterwards they had three other kids together. Sami had felt that he refused to make things easy for her because, in essence, it wasn't his responsibility. She wasn't really his. Which is why she spent so much time daydreaming about what her real family would be like.
Over the years she came to realize that it affected what she looked for in relationships as well. Sami was always more interested in older men. She wanted someone to guide her. Someone who possessed more wisdom and would be in charge of taking care of things. Still, even after recognizing how her own disfunctional father-daughter relationship dictated what she looked for in present time, she didn't know if that made it wrong for her.
Standing on the edge of the rooftop she lit up a second cigarette. She stared at the truck below. As harmful as it might be to have a missing piece she had trouble believing that life here in RhyDin could be all bad. She stared again at the red truck below.
A man opened the door that lead up to the rooftop. His cheeks were red and his eyes were weary. Sami looked back when she heard the noise of the heavy door's hinges. The two exchanged glances for a moment. He coughed and then went back inside. Sami turned her attention back to the cigarette, the truck, and the channel.
If everyone was missing a piece....was there a chance of filling the hole in someone else's life" Or would they always be partly empty"