Mom put the car into drive and we drove down to our house and pulled into the drive way. I look up at my big mansion of a house. I cannot believe that i actually live in a house this big. I look down the rest of my street and I see other massions smaller or the same size as mine, never bigger. I think painfully back to my dad. I know that he would not be happy here. He would want to live in a small house and donate all of our extra money to some charity. And since that is what he would want that is what i want too. I glance up toward Charlie's window and see him staring down at me. I move my hand to wave to him but he moves away from the window before i can. I was hoping that he wouldnt be mad but obviously he still is.
I walk into the house and see all of the clean stainless steal appliances. Actually it kinda looked too clean. When dad was alive the kitchen was always messy with different stuff that he was cooking up for us to eat. As soon as he died the first thing to go was all of his cooking things. I didnt even get a chance to keep some off them. Mom threw them all out when me and charlie were asleep.
I walk up the stair to get to my room. After my first suicide attempt my room was switched to the closest to the stairs instead of all the way down the one hall. I walk into my room and it looks like a room out of a mental hospital. I dont want my room this way but my mom thought that painting all the rooms in the house white and having white furniture would help make the passing of my dad easier. But obviously it didnt. The only really color in my room is the clothes in my closet and those colors are black, black, the occasional dark purple or blue, and then some more black. I hear a knocking on my door. I go over and open it. Charlie.
"Um hi can I come in?" he says like im going to scream in his face at any second.
"Uh sure" i say back to him "do you need something?"
"No, no i just wanted to see how you were doing. I know that you were expecting me to come and get you this morning but-"
"If its about the other day charlie, i am so sorry. I was just upset and angry, I took it out all on you. I am really sorry" i say cutting charlie off.Yeah I can be a good sister sometimes. i usually don't apologize for these "out bursts" but i couldn't live without charlie being there for me every second of the day.
"No thats not it. I was actually moving into my new apartment," he pauses there for a few seconds and then keeps going "an hour away.I took an internship down at a local company for a year."
Umm did he just say that? "Umm did you just say that?" i say repeating my thoughts
I walk into the house and see all of the clean stainless steal appliances. Actually it kinda looked too clean. When dad was alive the kitchen was always messy with different stuff that he was cooking up for us to eat. As soon as he died the first thing to go was all of his cooking things. I didnt even get a chance to keep some off them. Mom threw them all out when me and charlie were asleep.
I walk up the stair to get to my room. After my first suicide attempt my room was switched to the closest to the stairs instead of all the way down the one hall. I walk into my room and it looks like a room out of a mental hospital. I dont want my room this way but my mom thought that painting all the rooms in the house white and having white furniture would help make the passing of my dad easier. But obviously it didnt. The only really color in my room is the clothes in my closet and those colors are black, black, the occasional dark purple or blue, and then some more black. I hear a knocking on my door. I go over and open it. Charlie.
"Um hi can I come in?" he says like im going to scream in his face at any second.
"Uh sure" i say back to him "do you need something?"
"No, no i just wanted to see how you were doing. I know that you were expecting me to come and get you this morning but-"
"If its about the other day charlie, i am so sorry. I was just upset and angry, I took it out all on you. I am really sorry" i say cutting charlie off.Yeah I can be a good sister sometimes. i usually don't apologize for these "out bursts" but i couldn't live without charlie being there for me every second of the day.
"No thats not it. I was actually moving into my new apartment," he pauses there for a few seconds and then keeps going "an hour away.I took an internship down at a local company for a year."
Umm did he just say that? "Umm did you just say that?" i say repeating my thoughts