Tonight, will it ever come?

**Frankie's POV**
I shut the door behind me and calmly walked down the steps to the front entrance of the apartment. At every door I passed, there was a different sound. Creaking floorboards, children screaming, adults screaming, fighting, TVs and radios blaring, dishes clinking together, and complete silence. The old lights hung gracelessly form the plaster ceiling. Water stains and cracks in the off-white paint riddled the walls around me. Everything was bathed in a dim light, like some sort of classy restaurant that smelled like cat piss and shitty cooking.

I opened the large, heavy metal and glass doors and exited the building, continuing down the side walk. It was a cold night. The streets were damp and a chilled breeze pushed leaves and trash down the roads and up against houses and got caught in fences.
The little knee-height black Victorian iron fences.

Notes

I'm back
Sorry for being away so long, killjoys <3