-Intro-
My name is Connor, I'm 15 years old, and I just moved to Pennsylvania with my dad. Our new house is in a small neighborhood. the landlord said it was a friendly neighborhood with mostly just old people. I hated the idea of moving, but I had no choice.
My dad was transferred in his job, he's a cable TV guy that goes around installing cable box's into other peoples homes. We originally lived in Connecticut, that's where my life is... all my friends live there, including my now Ex-Girl friend. This move ruined my life.
On a chilly Monday afternoon of January, we arrived here in PA, for the rest of the day, dad and I unpacked some cloths and set up our beds. The house was small, but a perfect size for us. It had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a decent sized living room, a basement, and a dining room connecting to the kitchen.
I picked a room with a small attic space i thought was awesome. We finished setting up the beds around seven, so I just chilled in bed for the rest of the night listening to music and texting my friends back in Connecticut while dad did a little more unloading.
At around 10 I drifted off to sleep, facebook notifications went off every 10 minutes due to a conversation I started with some friends in the comments of a picture we took that morning before dad and I drove off to Pennsylvania. I was so used to the sound of the notifications coming through that I slept right through them... but later that night, my sleep was disturbed by the lack of the notifications.
I looked at my phone and it was two in the morning, an hour earlier was when the notifications stopped coming through. I looked through the comments and the conversation stopped at the weirdest point. The comments ended in the middle of a conversation. I looked up at the status bar of my phone and realized I didn't have 3G or service. I couldn't care less at the time though, so I just went back to sleep.
As I went into a deeper sleep, my mind started to race through so many happy moment, I saw my 10th birthday, me and my friends were playing lazer tag in the wood all night. Then I remembered disney world, going on all the rollercoasters, and eating great food with my dad. Then I saw my mom, at my 13th birthday party. She was a surprise guest that my dad thought I would like to have over. I was so excited to see her, she was my favorite person in the world, but I never told her that, I really regretted that later.
My dreams went from happy to sad at this point of regret, I then saw images of my moms funeral, then the images flashed to her burial, then the tomb stone that took the place of her life. I would visit the cemetery every once and a while to just sit and stare at the name of my mother. I never said anything, I just stared at the grave just trying to think of good memories, but I couldn't think straight when I tried to hold in the tears.
I slowly woke up, as I sat up in my bed, tears ran down my face as I looked around my empty bedroom. The grey walls with no pictures on them, the hardwood floors with no carpet on them, and the drywall roof with the wooden push up attic door. I felt lost and alone, and I was too scared to go back to sleep. I looked at my phone for the time, the bright screen had me squinting my eyes trying to make out what the blurry digits were. The time was five AM and I still had no service.