Apartment ending.

After the sixth month in the apartment, I decided I didn't want to live alone any more. I had plans to live with Travis, and or Amanda. I just couldn't keep this up any longer. Sure my apartment was nice and all, but the bills all caught up to me, plus I was lonely. I moved out of my apartment a month later.

If there is one thing I learned while living on my own is that it's impossible. After my deposit was returned to me, I headed off. Thinking about my 6 months there. My god! So many things happened to me I didn't even want to relive them anymore. I was headed to a new home after all, so why should I keep dreading up past memories? As the cab pulled into another apartment complex. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Was in store for me here? The same wacky events? I looked up at the tall building in complete awe. I went to a door and knocked. After Amanda had opened the door she gave me a huge smile.

"Another one who likes Shane’s and I apartments!" huh? Another one?" I looked at her with a shocked look that she couldn't see.

"Um, Amanda? What do you mean?" smiling the whole time; she led me in to the living room of the estate. I looked all over for this other person. I jumped about 5 feet in the air when she shouted "ok! Come on out! Our new room mates here!" 2 doors opened and out of the shadows of the hallway, Travis, and Connie stepped like the 2 musketeers.

"Huh?" all 3 of us said.

"It's Robert!" Connie nearly shouted at me. She lunged at me knocking me over. Travis just stood by looking cool.

"I'm not going to punch you." I told him, and he broke out into a broad grin.

We all have been living together for some time now, and its ok. There is always noise here, and I always had something interesting to write about. I finally accomplished my dream, and became a published best selling author. With my cash, and others, we all bought a house. After we moved into it, we stayed there, until I was the only one left out of our little trio. I was 90, and that was when I had the heart attack. They rushed me to the hospital, where I fell into a coma...

I am out now, and I am writing this as my last book. It's hard to say if this event will be pleasant or not. Death. I do know that the others went peacefully, and with old age. I am the eldest, and now I think it's time for me to go. My apartment experience so long ago has taught me so many things in life that I can't even describe. It even helped me become a best seller. Now, as I lay here dying, I think about all of us. In fairy tales the person always has a happy ending. That apartment adventure has left me with a pretty good story, but is this a good ending, Me dying in about a week? I don't know. The others all had their happy ending I guess, and now, I suppose, even though I'm scared out of my mind, it's time for me to have my ending to the story... happy, or not.

The nurse came in to Roberts’s room, looking all about for the source of the alarm. Her plump body waddled as she came into the room. She approached the bed where Robert lay… she didn’t know what was wrong though. She couldn't see anything wrong, and then she saw the heart monitor. Looking down at the now dead best selling author, her eyes welled up with tears, and a smile played about her lips. She held a book to her chest. Removing it, she looked at the signed copy that Robert had given her. When his friends died, movies were made about them. They all were famous. And now, there story was over. Crying, she walked to the edge of the room near the door into the hall, turned off the light, and slowly closed the door. the last thing she saw was Roberts’s dead body. He looked like he was sleeping. With a sigh, she shut the door plunging the room into darkness.

And so, they all lived happily ever after...

THE END.