Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-29927891-20180729195042

I was about ten years old when we had to sell our house. Too expensive, too big after my grandparents moved out, and my parents were getting divorced. And it would get us a shit ton of money. I really didn't care much, I was probably too busy playing with my Barbies behind a shut door, deaf to the arguing downstairs and the sobs of my older sister after dinner..

Sometimes I wished I had actually paid attention to what my parents had said about the fourth house we had looked at. My sister doesn't remember what happened there, that day, neither do my parents- but their memory is fading anyways- but I remember. I'll always remember.. I guess that was my wake up call, an alert from the world to open my eyes, that not everything was safe and sound and sunshine lollipops.

December 23rd, 2007

We had gotten out of the car in front of a blue house with a orange roof. My sister frowned at it and looked to our mother.

"It's ugly."

Maybe she shouldn't have said that- I don't know if that was what triggered what had happened.

My mother grunted.

"It's cheap."

My sister grasped my hand and pulled me towards the front door. She whipped it open and peered inside.

The house was cold- I mean, everything was cold, but the house was colder.

I leaned into my sister's side. She patted my frosty hair and walked slowly across the wooden floor.

Creak.

Creak.

Creak.

Creak.

The noise made me cover my ears. I could see the rotting wallpaper on the yellowish white walls from the stair step. I walked after my sister.

"Nasty.." My sister examined the mold on the kitchen counter.

I looked in the drawers, and pulled out a completely bent fork from the farthest one from the oven. I showed my sister.

"The hell.." She muttered quietly.

"Cool, right?" I put it up to my eyes.

"Not cool, also nasty." She snatched it from me and tossed it over onto the counter.

"Let's go look at.. the bedrooms." My sister started into the living room and up the stairs.

I looked sideways at a door down a small hallway off the living room. There's a board across it. I guess it's a basement entrance. 