It's so quiet here
And I feel so cold
This house no longer feels like home
She's out, she's finally out.
Oh God does it feel nice.
She pretty much crashed through her ceiling and on to the floor, her orange dress ripped and singed. She looked up, and she was home. Her home. And it was empty.
She slowly got up, and walked around. Her limp was obvious, but she was fine with it. She saw that everything was in tact. Even the damned statues were there.
She couldn't be more happy to see them.
She walked through the kitchen, and up the stairs. Through all the hallways and rooms. She knocked on her mother's door.
No response.
"Of course." She whispered.
She went to her room, and closed the door, breathing in the scent.
She slowly peeled off her outfit, and set it down on her bed. She realized that all her clothes were much too small, about 3 sizes. Rose went to her closet, hoping that there was something she could wear.
Oh, a labcoat.
Her mom's labcoat.
Seeing as it was all she had, she grabbed the dark long sleeve and the pants, and put on the coat, which fit well. Barefooted, Rose opened the door, and looked around.
It was so quiet.
No vacuums, no martini making. Nothing.
It's so quiet here.
And Rose can't stand it.
She walks downstairs, feeling the carpet beneath her toes. She looks over the couch, and walked swiftly towards it. There wasn't anything keeping this place warm, so Rose gripped the coat to keep herself warm. She sat down on the couch, and laid her head on the back. She sighed, and tears threatened to spill.
"I'll wait."
She waited, and waited.
Just waiting on her couch, wanting her mom to walk through the door at any moment, even if it was with another statue.
This was home.
It looked like home.
It smelled like home.
But it didn't feel like home.