Cherry contact

I hate moving. It's as simple as that. The 50-year-old-looking-house stands in front of me like a jock trying to hit on me. Not like that would ever happen .I'm not that beautiful. The red tips of my hair gets stuck on my cheek during the long road trip to get here. I'm tired and I just wanna go take a nap. Brennon hits my back and I wince. "Are you gonna move your stuff up or not?" .I totally forgot about moving while caught in my own needs. I sluggishly pull my legs over to the boot and bring out a hello kitty box and roll it to the front door. Mom is trying out the key. "You look tired honey", she mumbles. I AM tired. Of moving. Of making friends over and over. Of heartbreak. Of life. "I'm fine", I lie. She goes back to opening the door and I sigh of relief. She normally presses on until she's sure I'm not lying. But not this time. Mom succeeds in opening the door and I go in the house without a glance back at the luggage waiting for me. The house looks medieval but furnished with taste. The cupboards at the living room are beautiful, with rhinestones at the sides. The stairs were curved in an old fashioned way. I like old fashioned things "The room with the red door is yours, Scar". Brennon is heaving and his gel is all messed up. He looks hot for a super annoying older brother. I climb upstairs, taking a second or two to brush my fingers on the railway. Taking up that new house smell while adoring the wall paper. I think I might like it here. I at the hallway and scanning doors for the right one. Mom has been here before with the interior designer before which explains the spick and span looking "interior". I open the door, hoping she's not there. Praying she's not there. My mouth drops with shock and my hello kitty box kisses the floor. She's here. Hailey. She's looking beautiful as ever on my bed, feet bare and crossed with a book on her lap. Her long white hair is falling down her shoulders and a small strand is stuck to her forehead. She looks up from her book, her aura crystal eyes fixed on me. She smiles, a polite smile, a harmless smile I rush the door I expect to be my bathroom and open it. The sink. I need the sink. I turn the tap on and splashed water on my face and hands. I can still see the blood. It's still visible like it was fresh. Like I just killed someone. Like I was a murderer. Which I was I killed Twice I killed Hailey Sallow.