Chapter 2

After taking a few deep breaths I finally step into the house, the layout the same as all those years ago. I could feel myself get slightly shaky at all the memories I have of this place. All the abuse... I walk past the living room and kitchen and head to the stairs which leads upstairs to two rooms and bathroom, then to the attic I used to reside in. I never got to go in their room as a child and forgot what it looked like. I have already decided a while ago I would have a roommate to split costs with. The guest room was always decorated great for guest while I was always stuck in that attic. I always resented that. Now I would get my parents old room. A lot of the stuff was dusty and tacky. I quickly removed a lot of the sheets and decorations, especially the ashtrays and bottles and cans that made me feel uneasy just looking at.

After a while I cleaned it enough to hopefully allow me at least some sleep. The bed was huge since all through my life I've never once gotten a bed that actually fit someone bigger than a 7 year old. After I found the spare blankets in the hallway closet I fixed up the bed. The bed still smells bad of all the substances and fumes it contained all through the years. After fixing up the room till it was livable again and bringing my few bags inside I thought that I should take a break and unpack later.

After a good break and look around the eerily quiet house before ending my terrible trip down memory lane in the guest room. When I walk it is was in decent condition, but I mainly saw that it was dusty, so I get to working on that, opening the window to take breaks and sometimes breathing in the fresh air that didn't smell like it was centuries old. By about 9 pm I decided it was time to eat and that the room was clean enough it wouldn't give lunge diseases after just one night of existence in the room. I wasn't really known to eat very much since I never have an appetite and that was especially the case today with all the stress of my own overthinking. I reluctantly make my way downstairs to the kitchen anyway knowing i would have to eat anyway. It was dimly lit since only the hall lights were on, and it was dark out by now.

I look around the kitchen, exactly as it was before. Everything made out of a nice shade of wood. It looked amazingly kept, this room had less dust and a few spider webs that I took care of and wiped down the counters with a damp hand towel and check the fridge to throw out a few condiments and some other moldy foods. I threw them out near the trash can out front which was already full of the trash and things I cleared out of the master bedroom. I only left a few things in the room and that's the side table and a lamp on there along with a few other things like a desk, the TV, and my luggage.

I made my way back to the kitchen and drink a glass of water. (yes I washed it very thoroughly.) I lean my head back and take a deep breath before making ramen and sitting at the table to eat it in silence. It was weird since even when I was studying I had a roommate in my apartment. I decided that the room was clean enough and go on a site and list it for $187 a week. It was a decent place but wasn't exactly new and I didn't know how safe it was to even live there yet to be honest. It would take a while to make a friend here anyway, so having a roommate would hopefully make me feel more comfortable and hopefully safer considering the amount of unease I felt here.

After listing the place I decided that it was time to go to bed, I've done enough stressing today. After finishing my ramen and walking over to put the dishes in the sink I make my way up the wooden stairs holding the rail as I go. I always felt more comfortable going upstairs like that.

When I get up there the scent of musk and old smoke was suffocating, but I made sure all windows and doors were locked as soon as I had gotten in the house and made sure to lock the one in the guest bedroom. I didn't exactly have the best chances either way if someone was set on hurting me, that attack all those years ago made that quite clear. At any time I could be attacked, and chances are if you're their target, you won't be surviving. That's the thought that has followed me everywhere i go.

I went back upstairs into my new room and I plop down onto the bed and turn on the TV, deciding to watch criminal minds. (like I'm not scared enough or traumatized.) The show was quite interesting though. I focused on the voice of Reid, it normally helped calm me for some reason.

I closed my eyes and got under the two blankets. Tomorrow i have to work on the smell, especially since someone could be moving in at any date. I curled up and after awhile I finally got to fall into a dreamless sleep.

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