Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer and I do not own twilight or any of the bands mentioned in this chapter.
I walked down the long gravel drive way towards the big white house, and realised I was alone. My friends had turned against me and my family were gone. I was alone. I had nothing. Nothing but my guitar, my skateboard and the clothes on my back. I was homeless, penniless and alone.
I trudged up the steps of the big white house and tried opening the door. It didn't budge. Who ever had lived here last must have locked the doors behind them before they left. I walked to the window and cupped my hands around my eyes and pressed them against the glass. It was dark and I couldn't see much, just some large objects covered by dustsheets. I smashed the window and climbed in. Not bothering to cheack the back door because it was probably locked too.
I dusted myself down and noticed a small tear in my T- shirt form where the glass had caught.
"Damn" I said to myself. My only shirt and it was already ripped. I fumbled through the darkness, arms stretched out as I searched for a light switch. Finding it I clicked it on, it buzzed and flicked for a second before settling on a dim yellow glow.
I looked around again, now there was light and I was surprised how big he room was. I strolled around taking in the huge curved staircase in the corner and the entire glass wall that looked out to a large but over grown garden. Turning to look back into the room, I started taking down the dustsheets, starting with the biggest looking object set on a small platform. As I pulled the sheet off a cloud of dust rose from the surface looking grey in the dim yellow light. What lay underneath was a beautiful white baby grand piano. I stared at it for a while and remembered my mum and how she used to like to play. I felt my eyes prickle and a tear rolled down my face. I covered the piano up again hoping to forget it was there as I wandered round, tears still falling, to investigate the rest of the house.
I uncovered many bookshelves, overflowing with thousands of books. Upstairs was a study and many bedroom like rooms, one with a huge walk-in closet bigger than the actual room. I pulled off my ripped Kill Hannah t- shirt and swapped it with a little red vest top and a black blouse. As I wandered around these bedroom like rooms, I noticed something strange- there was no beds. Why take everything but the beds? I pondered this fact as I sat on a dusty black leather sofa. Who had lived here before? And why had they left so suddenly? I tried figuring it out but I could soon feel my eyelids drooping as I slipped into a dream.
I was at home, surrounded by my family. Sitting. Talking. It was like any normal night. Just us around the dinner table discussing the days event. I looked up form my food in time to see Renée gasp. Flames started licking up the table leg singeing Renée's blue cotton dress. She screamed in pain as the flame hit hr leg. Soon the flames had spread to Charlie his voice cracking and screaming in agony and the fire began disintegrating his legs. I screamed at the to move. To get away, but they didn't move. I don't even think they heard me. I tried going and helping them but I couldn't move it was like I was bound to the chair, like some unseeing force had me held there. I could do nothing. Nothing but scream. Scream for help. But I knew help would never come. It never did. Not for me. All I could do now was watch my mother and father writhe and scream in agony as the flames climbed further up their bodies burning then to a crisp. Disintegrating my family. Destroying my life.
I heard one last ear piercing scream and I awoke with a start. Tears were still rolling down my face and my forehead was covered with a light sheen of sweat. I was shaking violently. I didn't know why. I should be getting used to that dream now, I have had it every day for the past week. Ever since the fire. Ever since my parent had been killed. I sat up and stretched, still shaking slightly as I took in my surroundings. I had forgotten where I was for a while but quickly realised I was on the black sofa on the room on one of the highest levels of the house. I got up and examined the obscenely huge CD collection someone had left behind. I pulled down a CD with a black and pink case, written across the front was the band name – Porcelain and the Tramps. It looked appealing so I walked over to the huge stereo system and put the CD in. I hadn't realised how loud the stereo would be until I switched it on and a girls screaming voice came blaring out of the speakers, bursting my ear drum and making me jump out of my skin. I turned it down and sat back on the sofa, thinking about what I was going to do for food. I had already checked the kitchen and the cupboards were bare. Not that I had expected there to be anything in them any way. I suppose I would have to starve. For now anyway. It was then I noticed the time. Crap. School was in an hour and a half. I got up and rushed to the broken window. Being careful so as not the rip this top too I climbed out of the window and set off down the long gravel drive with my skateboard.