The swings were broken.
I was sitting on the stairs on my parents back porch.
I was seventeen and I had no home. My only family was my sister.
"Nobody's here." I turned to see Rosalie standing in at the open backdoor.
"Did you really expect someone to be here after what happened?" I asked, my anger rising as painful memories filled my mind. My eyes swam and I shook my head furiously, leaping to my feet. I looked back at Rose through my long fringe
"No… but I half hoped." She said sadly as she dropped down to sit on the stairs. I walked over and sat beside her, putting my arm around her shoulders.
The yard we had grown up in was in ruins. The vine that had grown on the side of the house, the one my mother said was so sweet, had overgrown half the driveway, before dying in a brown tangled heap on the ground.
The tree house I'd built with my father when I was ten years old lay in ruins. The floor had collapsed depressingly along with half of the roof…
Emptiness hung over the yard, the house. I wanted to forget everything and yet needed to hold onto it at the same time.
I stood up and held out my hand to Rosalie. She took it and I pulled her to her feet.
"We need to keep going" I said quietly. She nodded sadly and swept the yard with her eyes one more time
"I'm ready" she walked over to wear our packs had been dumped on the dead grass. She slung hers over her shoulder and passed me mine. "I'm ready" she repeated. She walked to the back fence and threw her bag over before jumping over herself. I followed her, throwing my bag over as well.
I took one last look over the yard and the house where I had grown up.
The swings were broken.
Hey it's me, I know it's the same but I'm redoing all the chapters because some people have pointed out some errors that I missed.
I've been banned from fanfiction for a couple of weeks but I'm trying to fix stuff and catch up on my stories again, so expect updates :D
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