My room looked so different with the lack of clutter and stuff, empty and dejected. Kinda like me. I sighed and reached for the last of my bags and turned to walk out of the room only to bump into my Aunt.
"That the last of your stuff?" she asked gently.
"Yea" I mumbled. "Everything else is in the truck.
She smiled sweetly as she took the bag from me. "Well, Ok then. We should leave soon."
"I'll be out in a minute." I said. She turned to walk away, leaving me in the empty room. Holding back tears I walked out of the room, and with great difficulty, closed the door. I walked slowly down the stairs and headed for the door. I was tempted to throw it open and run outside to the waiting truck but I willed myself to turn around. I brushed a few tears away and viewed the gutted house.
I guess I should clue you in on the whole empty house and me leaving situation. My name is Naomi and as of last week I am now an orphan. My mom raised me on her own after my dad left her when I was three. We managed okay but because of me my mother never really got out much. So when she was asked out by a 'nice' man she gladly took him up on his offer. I had been telling my mom for years that she should start dating but this man was different. He was so cold, and I had a creepy feeling about him. Heck, I couldn't even be in the same room as him. He had shoulder-length blond hair and weird, reddish brown eyes. He looked way to good for someone his age and had an odd odor about him, kinda like burnt sugar.
My mom just passed it off as odd cologne and me being paranoid. I wish that was the case. After a few weeks of them dating he took her out on a fancy weekend ski trip, on a late Saturday night I got a call from a weird payphone somewhere up in Canada. I knew it was my mom on the other end, but I didn't hear her voice only screams. I hung up and called the police who told me not to worry and that they would handle it. I still spent the whole night worrying. In the morning a cop showed up at my door and informed me that my mother was dead. They called my Aunt Sue, who came down to stay with me for a few days. After awhile she decided it would be best to have me move in with her and my two cousins.
There wasn't much I could do; she was now my legal guardian. So I decided it would be better just to agree to go with her without putting up a fight. I just really didn't care anymore.
I stood in the doorway before walking out and getting in the car. Aunt Sue smiled again and drove off.