After Everything| Chapter 1
I had nothing. The world was too big and I was small. Now I can't even imagine now. I was scentless and completely empty.~Begin
Alena Rayer
I open my door to my soon to be old bedroom. beautiful memories in this house, no longer visible, no longer here. The room pale as ever, signs of a teenage girl soon to be gone. I pick up what's left of the boxes from the floor, standing there as if I just can't let go, but I have to..for me, for my sake, for my brother. It's just us now, it's been hard. After my parents died A year ago, I lost myself, I lost them, I lost my hope in life.
"Hey time to go Ena." Agustin walks in.
"Do you ever just regret the hard times or even arguments you had with them." I say out loud as he stares at me with sad eyes.
He nods at me.
"Yeah, all the time I wish...I..I..could go back." hearing the sadness in his voice hurt me. Fixing his composure, He picks up the box off the ground and walks closer to me.
" Listen Ena sometimes in life things have to happen. I'm not over it and I'm sure you aren't. But I'm sure that they would want us to live our lives. I know mom would have wanted that." he hovers over me and plants a kiss on my forehead.
"Yeah I know, you're right" even though the memory of what happened hurts, I hold back the tears wanting to leave my eyes. I look back at Agustin and smile up at him. I reach up to Agustin kissing him on the cheek.
"Come on let's go" he says. He walks in front of me and opens the door. I walk quickly pass him, through the living room and slowly looking around.
"ill be in the car, here" he hands me the house key.
"I already checked the back doors, there locked make sure you leave the key under the mat for the landlord. I have no time to go take it to the office." Agustin walks past me out into the hallway and out the door.
Most of our things Agustin had already set out, we just needed a few things that fit in his truck. I walk around, having one last glimpse of the house. It used to be very colorful, now its the pale color of white.
Dad was a painter, every month he never failed to place a new painting on the walls, so many paintings hung on the walls it looked like a museum when you walked in. Warm unexpected tears trickle down my cheek. I promised myself I wouldn't cry anymore, I begin biting the inside of my cheek as I desperately try to make the tears go away. I Figured I should just go to stop tears from bursting out again. I turn around and walk to the hallway and out the front door. Making sure to lock the house. I lift the mat up and place the key under it. I walk to Agustins car and open the door.
he smiles at me as he say "ready to hit the road."
I look back at him and nod. He drives out of the driveway and into the road.
~Next destination Creekview!
