If It Wasn't A Dream~Chapter 2 Pt.2
Chapter 2 continues, and our main character is driving through the town at night to visit some memorable spots. For those of you new here, this is one of my novels that I've slowly been editing and posting here! The previous parts are on my blog. This is this week's part and it's a bit longer than the previous ones, yay! I hope you all enjoy! Other than little bits and pieces, Nix really doesn’t remember much about Tarrytown, but the way to his old apartment comes to him naturally. It’s seared into his memory, seared into his skin. The building’s look, however, isn’t the same as his memory. The old red bricks are crumbling now, the balcony railings falling and rusted. It can’t be in use anymore, but it isn’t much better than when he lived in it anyway. He counts the rows and columns of windows. 1...2...3..4 and three to the left...his window. The apartment. His mother had been screaming for an hour. Something about his uselessness, how sh...