BradleyBennett (Apt.0302 W)

The days seemed to be getting longer. Bradley was instructed by his doctor to take a couple weeks off of work because the radiation was too intimidating for his conditions. So with a little freetime on his hands, he was able to make an appearance to pay his respect at Mr. Evans funeral two days ago. He immediately regretted it when he walked inside the venue. The bare look on his neighbors faces seemed all too familiar. He’s seen that face before. It’s the one you get from your doctor when you’re told you have Leukemia or the one you make when you find out that your only family is really gone. He felt out of place and uncomfortable, like he didn’t belong in there. He wasn’t able to mourn with the rest of them. Once the service was almost over he slipped out the back and hurried home before people saw him. Now two days later, he and Victor walked to their favorite restaurant, Big Mama’s Kitchen, just down the road. Luckily it’s always open because weather conditions aren’t a great ...

Blog #3 It had been a couple weeks since the passing of Mr. Evans, but it didn’t seem that way. Bradley was startled by the amount of town gatherings that were taking place; to discuss the murder he imagined. As time flew by, Bradley knew he needed to branch out more, he was worried the whole town may know all the secrets. Everyone, but him.   Today, he was called in late to work at Alice’s 24 hour Diner, for their routine electrician maintenance check. Bradley was let down, he had planned on meeting Victor’s brother who was visiting tonight. He often used to get lost in his work and forget his life around him. Ever since he has moved to the Maitland, however, that has not been the case. He set off on his bike, moments later coming across who he thought to be Jamie painting up one of the cities buildings. Jamie lives in the same complex as Bradley, but the two have never spoke to one another. Bradley always found him interesting, almost mysterious. Once he had ar...

Blog #2 It was midway through yet another rainy day. Bradley dragged his exhausted body across his mattress to check the time. He wasn’t at all surprised that he had overslept, the silence of the city had him captivated. Last night was a blur at the Platinum Bar just down the road. He was one of the few who decided to set free from his one bed apartment, most people around him mourned over the death of Mr. Evans. But, Bradley felt unfazed, there was no relationship among the him and Mr. Evans. The loose murder gave him a few chills, but no feeling he couldn’t rid of. Bradley is formidable, not many scenarios disconcert him. Once he finally acquired the strength to pull himself together and collect his fresh new button up and black slacks, he stumbled over to his shower. Setting his pristine clothes on the small, red mat that lied next to the tub. He slowly turned the knob waiting for the cold water to come bursting out, but nothing. He faced the faucet, while thinking to himself,...

The day started with Bradley gasping for air, it was probably just another bad dream. He climbed out of bed, checked his clock, 10:45 am. He had 20 minutes to make it across The Maitland on his bike to the park near Magnolia St, for his job interview. This is what he came here for after all, it’s why he left his farmland out west. He was perturbed with himself for waking up so late. After he had slipped on his every day black slacks with his baby blue button up, he stared at the pantry, face bland, “not today” he muttered to myself. This time, maybe it really was the quenching feeling his stomach that had intensified for the interview, that made him lose all appetite. Maybe this time it was not his Leukemia. He grabbed his bike and walked it down the West Maitland hall all the way to the stairs because the elevator is never guaranteed. It sometimes addled his brain, knowing that this is what he worked so diligently for. Growing up, he raised financial support from his previous neigh...