Unfinished- add on
Rena:
I found an apartment a block away from Visceral. It was perfect. It was shaded from the public and I was able to see the ballet studio. I had a lot of extra time on my hands since I never left my apartment. I had my groceries delivered to me and my parents sent me checks every week. They called all the time to ask how I was doing, but I barely picked up their calls. My mom called me one day and told me that she got a puzzle magazine in the mail. She told me that she ordered a puzzle for me and that she wanted me to do it for her. I couldn’t exactly tell her I couldn’t since I had nothing to do all day. She told me it should arrive in a day or so.
The next day, there was a knock on my door. I knew it wasn’t the groceries because the delivery boy knew to put them in front of the door and leave. I went to the door and looked through the peephole. There was a guy holding a big box. I told him through the door to just place the package on the floor and leave. He replied that he needed a signature. I reluctantly unbolted my door, but kept the chain on and opened the door a crack.
“What’s in the package?” I asked.
He paused a moment. “Are you okay?”
“I said, what’s in the package?” I repeated, my heart pumping.
“A puzzle.”
“Do I have to sign it?” I started to shiver. He took a step closer to the door. I shut it closed. “Don’t come closer.”
He took a step back. “Yes, you have to sign it. It’s the policy.”
I opened the door slightly and told him to give it to me. He sent it through the crack. I closed the door and signed it, my hand shaking terribly. I sent it back to him. “You can leave now.”
He stood there, not thinking about leaving. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
I closed the door and bolted the lock.
Matt:
“Do you find comfort in what you did?” my dad’s voice scratched through the phone.
“I went to see Rose because she deserved to know.”
His laugh echoed. “Because she deserved to know? Some good that did for her.”
I looked around the street. “What are you talking about?”
“Rose is dead.”
The line went silent. I tried to call back, but the phone was turned off. “George!” I threw the phone at a brick building. It shattered with ease. Sighing, I slumped down next to the building and took out the sim card. I put it in my pocket and started walking down the block. I felt the sudden urge of my hollow stomach turning upside down with acid sloshing on the sides. I turned to an abandoned, black alley and emptied out what was inside, which wasn’t much. Taking deep breaths, I slugged to the nearest park and flopped down at a vacant, peeling bench.
