VIOLET
It became progressively harder and harder to forget about everything that had happened. I felt like a ghost, roaming my ever-familiar house with no purpose. I couldn’t focus during my morning lessons, I’d forget to do things or just stop in my tracks. That taste of freedom, left me starving. The walls around me seemed to move closer, about to cave in on me. I noticed just how small this house really was.
It was actually bigger than most other houses in the neighbourhood. 5 bedrooms 3 bathrooms, two stories, an attic and a basement. We’ve lived here for as long as I can remember. Family portraits of Rose and Scarlet as babies hang on the wall, long before I was born, with them under a Christmas tree in our current living room, or of mom and dad cooking in our kitchen.
But I seem
