10 minutes later, he'd completed the story.  As if in a daze, I rose and slowly walked out the room, not able to process any of the past 15 minutes. All that had been running through my mind at the time was "What. The. Hell". All my other senses had been numbed, I was running on autopilot. Jen and Aidan's pleading voices became echoed, as if they'd been shouting from 2 houses away. Slowly, I climbed the stairs gripping on to the banister for dear life. I walked along the upper corridor, letting my toes sink into the carpet. I came to a halt in front of my bedroom door, my hand on the doorknob. The ornate, hand carved plaque stood out against the plain door. My father had made this for me when we had first moved here. It's kind of a quirky pass time for him, which had been put to good use. One for me and Jen, a simpler one on the guest room doors and and exquisitely beautiful one for my parents.

Sighing softly, I let myself in and let the door swing closed in my wake. Almost in tears I began walking around, one last tour of my haven before I unwillingly uprooted everything into boring cardboard boxes. I came to a stop at my dresser. There, at the forefront of the surface stood a framed photograph. Holding it in my hand, I felt my vision blur and my legs weaken. It was taken on my 16th birthday, at a time when I felt nothing could ever go wrong. That very evening, we lost both Mum and Dad, leaving Jen and I in grief that we believed we'd never experience. This was our last photo together. I sat down on my bed, clutching the memory close to my chest, tears streaming down my face. They'd sacrificed their lives for me. With every little detail crystal clear, his words echoing in my thoughts, I now noticed what I hadn't before. The tension in their expressions. The lines of worry deep set into their skin- They were only 35 then. Grief set deep in their beautiful green eyes. My mother's nail varnish had a menacing gleam to it. No, that must be my imagination. My parents were gripping onto our shoulders with a vice like grip, as if they were afraid to let us go. They did, at 8:15 that evening, their deaths delivered through a phone call.

I stood up, determined to not let my fears control me. I'd done it once already. I had to be strong, for me, for my sister. I opened my wardrobe and began stacking all my folded garments into a large box numb, in an almost robotic manner. There hung up in the shadows was my beautiful dress, hidden out of my sight and thoughts. Lifting it up and gently dusting away the dewy cobwebs and folding it, trying not to crease it. I continued to pack up, taking all the time needed to. Finally, I'd completed every little bit, leaving only essentials out. I glanced around. Except for the built in furniture, literally everything was gone. The two suitcases sat against the door, bulging with my possessions. Picking up by backpack and slinging it over my shoulders, I walked out of my room, the suitcases being wheeled behind me. Shutting the door behind me, I carefully eased away the beautiful plaque and proceeded to do the same for the other two doors on the second floor. Nearly in tears, I entered their room to pack up whatever we hadn't given away. Things, memories we just couldn't let go of, never in a million years.

7 A.M

Having stayed up from 5 till now  we stepped out the door shrouded by darkness, literally all our belongings packed into 5 suitcases.  We all had bags under our eyes, bodies slumped. The house was stripped bare, void of everything. Turning back, I let my fingers ghost over the brass knocker against the front door. "Thank you" I whispered and let my arm fall, bidding goodbye to my home since childhood. Time for a new journey, one I was forced to embark on, to stay alive. Aidan silently pulled open the door of the Fiat, an indication for me and Jen to get in. Before I could even utter a thank you in response, I felt a wave of cool breath over my shoulders, forming goosebumps, sending chills down my back. The cold of metal pressing against my neck. Seeing Aidan's eyes widen out of the corner of my eyes and hearing Jenny's sharp intake of breath behind me, I turned around slowly, expecting the worst...

"And where exactly do you think you're going?"

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SONG 2 for Chapter 3

How is everyone? :)

I hate my Drama teacher :/