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The road seemed to go on forever with no end in sight of the trees , or the rain for that matter. I faintly heard the radio playing a song I couldn't make out and charlie hadn't said one word to me (other then hello) since he picked me up from the airport.
I guess I don't really blame him, I feel incredibly guilty that he's the relative that was stuck with me, I never even met him before I remember my dad mentioning him when he was in one of his drunken stuper's maybe I should explain myself first.I'm what you would call a product of a one night stand, Lets start with my mother, Celeste a cold hearted, conniving irresponsible drug addict who would care less about her daughter then rotting garbage, She died of an overdose when I was eight I witnessed it...
Then their's my dad mark,I was turned over to his care when I was nine,Mark wasn't like my mother but they shared similar traits such as the drinking, When I lived with him life was simple enough, Mark would go to work come home and drink yep that's it, Everyday for seven years it was the same routine.
Until one day he didn't come home.I waited he always came home at 5:00pm then it was 5:30 and then 6:30 then 7:30 I finally heard a vehicle pull up the driveway, I was nervous to see it wasn't my dad's truck but a police car. I knew almost instantly what happened, The officer came to the door and the words still echo in my mind.
Flashback
I'm officer wright, There's been an accident involving your father. He was in a car accident on off of Rutledge rd near highway 51.. He sustained major traumatic injuries and was found dead at the seen. I'm sorry....
End flashback
Everything after that day seemed like a blur. I was taken to the morgue to identify the body and then met endless streams of social workers who apparently assumed I would have some sort of mental breakdown, They even made me speak with a psychologist because I hadn't cried at his funeral. Then I was told I was going to live with my uncle Charles swan.
Now here I am slowly dozeing off watching the rain drops fall down the car window, I couldn't help but remember that old childrens song
Rain, rain, go away
Come again some other day
We want to go outside and play
Come again some other day
Sad isn't it a sixteen year old singing that song in her head, But there really wasn't anything else to do.I just kept repeating the song in my head till eventually we pulled up to a quant two story house, Although the paint was peeling and the porch looked like it had seen beter days, I wasn't one to complain when an unknown relative willingingly took me in. I was broken out of thought when I saw charlie getting my stuff from the trunk as I neered the trunk he smiled at me sincearly and handed me one of the three bags I had brought with me.
Here why don't you take one of your bags inside I'll bring in the rest selena.
Okay I exclaimed.
I noticed charlie handed me the lightest of the bags, I shrugged I guess he was trying to be nice.
I gradually walked up the the few steps to the house and found myself stopping at the front door.
Now I was bickering with myself weather or not to go in. He did say to go in but I couldn't help but think it seemed rude.I eventually sucked it up and walked through the front door.
At first I didn't pay no mind to the over all decor and nothing captured my attention, Until I got a very uneasy feeling as if someone or something was watching me.I leaned my head to the side a grasped the railing leading upstairs and tilted to see if someone was perhaps up there.I didn't see anything but my intuition told me otherwise. Then I smelled something an aroma so intense it assualted my scenses and made me shake my head, as if shaking away the invisible smell that disturbed me, I began to shiver and couldn't help but feel like the entire house suddenly became -40. Then I heard a noise so faint I turned my head up the stairs and saw something that unnerved me to the core.
What did you think is it a good plot or to overdone? I appreciate constructive criticism