Slamming on the floor, it made a windmill of papers go by, and flickered to a page. What was this thing, and why was it trying to show me something that never existed. The room fell to an unsound volume. The light locked up. Drifted dreams of history, blew closer to my shore. That picture, the picture the supernatural thing was trying to show me. It was……….me.
Living with my aunt, not the choice I had in mind. When losing both parents and being an only child, it was the next somewhat straight line I had left. The paths I had previously taken disappeared before my eyes. I was lost. The idea that came to mind in my past, and seeing the future, never met what I had. Although being a teen, the situations that always occurred never came to mind. I can only pray for better things, but for some reason the things we always want more are the things, we aren’t able to reach. Falling hands and weak arms was what were left of the evidence, that been taken away.
With the tick of every second, it seemed the hours went by. Life was a dream, and it only happened to be for the first 15 years of my life. What had I done wrong to deserve this, and could there ever be an alternate ending? One that would resolve in some other dream, at least close to what I had. It was only a thought, the whole alternate ending; it never became reality, and never a dream. Not ever close to what I had.
Begging for her to live here, and not for me to move, it never returned a result. Since my life was now just dust, it was time for me to walk away. That day, that moment was the hardest thing to ever live in. Emotions and tears filled my memories with the same thing that filled my bones. Nothing. The wind blew my hair. Silently I became hurt; worse than a feeling and more than words.
Rain poured down, and the road was hard to see. What did it matter, if I would of just gone with them, I wouldn’t feel what was in my head. The hurt, the rain, it all kind of made my life scene more depressing. My parents told me to always move forward, and never look back behind you, to see what’s left. At that moment the only thing I could do was search for what was left. It wasn’t my choice to have them leave, or the way they did.
Passing the signs, and with each turn off, I became further and further away from home. The distance we had to go was short, but with the silence that filled the car never made it any easier. It’s like we didn’t even know each other anymore. I wanted to say something but I just couldn’t force the words out of my mouth. While, I was thinking this I couldn’t help to think if her thoughts were the same.
Arriving at the new house, I was curious. For some reason it looked more run down than ever. Although my aunt Alice always looked beautiful, her home; not so much. She helped me grab all my bags and another flashback occurred. This time it was of my family, and all of us coming here for the summer, then it was like something didn’t want me to remember and it blew the thought out of my mind. This eerie thing or whatever it was gave me that feeling.
Nervously, I was on my way down to the basement. With each and every creak in the base boards, I thought I was going to fall through. I couldn’t believe aunt Alice let it go this far. Why, she was always so clean with her house. If, I could have a choice I would not be living in this particular part of the house. Revolting, as I glared at the furniture and dust, that was the feeling in my stomach. Dropping my luggage on the floor I rush up the rickety stairs. As if it wasn’t me running, something made my adrenaline rush, there was no other though than that this house was in a state of disclosure. Talking to my aunt was the only resolution I had. “Alice, do you mind if I ask you a question”? There was no reply. “Aunt Alice, hello”. Still nothing, where could she be? I heard heavy breathing then nothing. Frightened I slowly crept up to the edge of the wall, leading in to the kitchen. There she was, doing what she does best, baking pies. “Aunt Alice?”
“Yes, dear”, “are you okay?” I stuttered.
“Well of course, everything’s fine.” I knew nothing was.
“Can we go outside for a walk?” I asked, just to get the result of getting out from this house, it just wasn’t right.
“Sure, just as soon as I get this pie in the oven to bake, okay?” Her reply was a little shallow. This person who was talking, I don’t think it was Alice, but the alternative; I just couldn’t wrap my mind around it.
We followed the path, and just as we reached the end to turn around, I paused; the movements in my legs came to a halt. “You, have to tell me what’s wrong with the house.” I firmly stated.
“I kind of knew you’d find out, or sense”, when she said it, I could see a sudden look of relief in her eyes. “Yeah, I think so.” When all this came out into the open, I actually new why she couldn’t move into my house, I was ment to come here and stop this miserable world Alice was living in.
Reaching the house, I was anxious to get started, my aunt told me not to get involved with the antiques in the basements, that they held too many secrets that couldn’t be let out. I made slight movements down the stairs, asking the same question over and over again, and I did this cause I had nothing to lose being scared out of my wits. I never had anything anymore other than Alice who was in the same place I was. Nothing. “Who are you and what is your place here?” As the last words, a picture was thrown across the room, and shattered on the cement. It was a picture of my Mother, and Alice with each having a crack mark on their faces, so obviously this whole creepy ghost thing had to do with them. Asking one more time, “who are you?” Another object was flung across the ground and stopped at my feet, this time a book. On a certain page some letters from the rest of the book were ripped out. There on the page was a picture, but who was it. The letters below spelled out. YOU. The picture, it was ….me. The ghost was me.
Living with my aunt, not the choice I had in mind. When losing both parents and being an only child, it was the next somewhat straight line I had left. The paths I had previously taken disappeared before my eyes. I was lost. The idea that came to mind in my past, and seeing the future, never met what I had. Although being a teen, the situations that always occurred never came to mind. I can only pray for better things, but for some reason the things we always want more are the things, we aren’t able to reach. Falling hands and weak arms was what were left of the evidence, that been taken away.
With the tick of every second, it seemed the hours went by. Life was a dream, and it only happened to be for the first 15 years of my life. What had I done wrong to deserve this, and could there ever be an alternate ending? One that would resolve in some other dream, at least close to what I had. It was only a thought, the whole alternate ending; it never became reality, and never a dream. Not ever close to what I had.
Begging for her to live here, and not for me to move, it never returned a result. Since my life was now just dust, it was time for me to walk away. That day, that moment was the hardest thing to ever live in. Emotions and tears filled my memories with the same thing that filled my bones. Nothing. The wind blew my hair. Silently I became hurt; worse than a feeling and more than words.
Rain poured down, and the road was hard to see. What did it matter, if I would of just gone with them, I wouldn’t feel what was in my head. The hurt, the rain, it all kind of made my life scene more depressing. My parents told me to always move forward, and never look back behind you, to see what’s left. At that moment the only thing I could do was search for what was left. It wasn’t my choice to have them leave, or the way they did.
Passing the signs, and with each turn off, I became further and further away from home. The distance we had to go was short, but with the silence that filled the car never made it any easier. It’s like we didn’t even know each other anymore. I wanted to say something but I just couldn’t force the words out of my mouth. While, I was thinking this I couldn’t help to think if her thoughts were the same.
Arriving at the new house, I was curious. For some reason it looked more run down than ever. Although my aunt Alice always looked beautiful, her home; not so much. She helped me grab all my bags and another flashback occurred. This time it was of my family, and all of us coming here for the summer, then it was like something didn’t want me to remember and it blew the thought out of my mind. This eerie thing or whatever it was gave me that feeling.
Nervously, I was on my way down to the basement. With each and every creak in the base boards, I thought I was going to fall through. I couldn’t believe aunt Alice let it go this far. Why, she was always so clean with her house. If, I could have a choice I would not be living in this particular part of the house. Revolting, as I glared at the furniture and dust, that was the feeling in my stomach. Dropping my luggage on the floor I rush up the rickety stairs. As if it wasn’t me running, something made my adrenaline rush, there was no other though than that this house was in a state of disclosure. Talking to my aunt was the only resolution I had. “Alice, do you mind if I ask you a question”? There was no reply. “Aunt Alice, hello”. Still nothing, where could she be? I heard heavy breathing then nothing. Frightened I slowly crept up to the edge of the wall, leading in to the kitchen. There she was, doing what she does best, baking pies. “Aunt Alice?”
“Yes, dear”, “are you okay?” I stuttered.
“Well of course, everything’s fine.” I knew nothing was.
“Can we go outside for a walk?” I asked, just to get the result of getting out from this house, it just wasn’t right.
“Sure, just as soon as I get this pie in the oven to bake, okay?” Her reply was a little shallow. This person who was talking, I don’t think it was Alice, but the alternative; I just couldn’t wrap my mind around it.
We followed the path, and just as we reached the end to turn around, I paused; the movements in my legs came to a halt. “You, have to tell me what’s wrong with the house.” I firmly stated.
“I kind of knew you’d find out, or sense”, when she said it, I could see a sudden look of relief in her eyes. “Yeah, I think so.” When all this came out into the open, I actually new why she couldn’t move into my house, I was ment to come here and stop this miserable world Alice was living in.
Reaching the house, I was anxious to get started, my aunt told me not to get involved with the antiques in the basements, that they held too many secrets that couldn’t be let out. I made slight movements down the stairs, asking the same question over and over again, and I did this cause I had nothing to lose being scared out of my wits. I never had anything anymore other than Alice who was in the same place I was. Nothing. “Who are you and what is your place here?” As the last words, a picture was thrown across the room, and shattered on the cement. It was a picture of my Mother, and Alice with each having a crack mark on their faces, so obviously this whole creepy ghost thing had to do with them. Asking one more time, “who are you?” Another object was flung across the ground and stopped at my feet, this time a book. On a certain page some letters from the rest of the book were ripped out. There on the page was a picture, but who was it. The letters below spelled out. YOU. The picture, it was ….me. The ghost was me.
