It’s in me

We are here

The gps is telling we are close to our destination. The street name sounds like someones last name- Handford street. Everything here seems so sad. All I could see are trees and the darkness between them. Not a single soul is here and I understand why, I wouldn’t be here either. It’s creepy.

Driving through the Handford street is even weirder. It’s dead. And what I mean by dead that there is literally not a single person watering their ugly flowers or a Karen walking her dog. There is no one. Are people scared of going outside in this place? Ironic that Lorde- A world alone is playing, I feel truly alone here but not in a bad way. I like being alone. Im a calm and quiet person. Or I made myself that way after everything I’ve experienced, I do remember having an actual personality back when I was not constantly bullied. Actually not seeing people here are making me feel more safe. Judgemental looks would have ruined my mood for the rest of unpacking I’ll have to do once we get to our new house.

The first glance at the house. Well, its not like the pictures I’ve seen. Even the house looks dead, like he hates being here. The front doors look heavy. I do know one thing, the second we enter the house, there is no turning back.