A/N: Okay I know I shouldn't be writing another story when I haven't even finished my other one yet, but it just popped in to my head and would not leave me alone so I decided to write it down. Im not sure where its going, but if anyone has any suggestions I would be happy to hear them! Oh yeah, It is set in England as that is where I am from and I have no American Geography knowledge, what so ever.

Enjoy!

I stood outside the house. My old house. The one I grew up in when I was a child. It had changed, a lot. The dazzling white fence that use to go around the house was now dirty and broken with bits of wood missing in some places. The front garden wasn't the best sight either. Empty beer bottles and all kinds of rubbish was spread out on the overgrown grass and the pathway leading up to the front door. The once bright red door had lost its shine and white windowsills were collecting dust.

I turned my head when I heard a group of teenagers, all four of the boys had their hoods up, jeans falling down showing everyone near their pants and dragging their feet along the concrete floor. Typical.

Turning my head the other way, I caught sight of someone familiar. My old neighbour Joan. She looked much older now, sadly the years hadn't been to kind to her. Last time I saw her I was only eleven. I doubt she would even remember me. I watched as Joan turned and made her way up her pathway to her front door, put down the few bags of shopping she had been carrying and looked for her keys.

I bit the inside of my mouth as I began to walk over to her.

"Joan?" I called out when I got to her house. She turned around and looked at me in confusion.

"Yes, who are you?" She questioned. Just hearing her gentle voice brought back a load of memories.

"Its me, Mickie James? I used to live nex-" I answered before I got cut of by her.

"Oh my God. Mickie? Look at you, all grown up!" She said.

"Yeah," I laughed. "How have you been Joan? Do you need help getting the shopping in?" I asked, pointing down to the bags.

"That would be lovely dear, let me just get my keys from my bag." She answered before searching through her small black bag.

I moved forward and picked some of the bags up off of the floor and waited for her to unlock the door. A few seconds later, I was walking through the hallway that still looked the same from when I was little. I smiled to myself as some good memories flooded through my head.
I followed Joan in to the small kitchen and placed the bags down on the table. I watched as Joan turned around and looked at me. Suddenly,
I was being pulled in to a hug by the small woman who I used to refer to as 'Auntie'.

"I can't believe your here Mickie, you look so well." She said, pulling away and placing her hands on my cheeks.

"Thank you Joan," I smiled back.

"So how comes your back here in London?" She asked as she put the kettle on.

"Well to be honest, there was nothing really left for me in Cornwall. I love it down there and would move back anytime, but.. London is my home. I guess I kinda missed it." I replied taking a seat.

Joan nodded, "Would you like a drink?"

"Tea would actually be amazing, if thats okay?" I asked.

"Of course it would be okay!" She said, laughing.

"So how have you been Joan? How are Jack and Louise?"

"I've been fine Mickie, Louise is at University, she wants to be a primary school teacher. And Jack is a lawyer, he got married last year,
and is having a baby!" She said as a big smile came upon her face.

"A baby? Joan thats amazing, Congratulations!"

"I can't wait Micke, I going to spoil that baby rotton," She said.

"I bet you will. Remember years ago when I would come over on the weekends and play out with J and Lou? You would always insist that I stay for dinner, and then after you would say "Take what chocolate you want out the fridge, then come back when you want some more," they were the good old days Auntie."

"You still can take what chocolate you want, you know Mickie." She smiled as she placed the cup of tea down in front of me.

"Thanks." I said as I leaned forward in my chair.

"It is so good to see you Mickie. The last time I saw you was in that court room, and you must have only been about eleven. How old are you now?"

"Yeah, I was eleven and im twenty-two now. That had to be one of the worst days, but also, one of the best days of my life. To see him go down for what he did, I had never felt so relieved." I said as I took a sip of the boiling liquid.

"You should have never of had to have gone through all of that Mickie especially at that age, It was terrible what he done."

"I know, but it's all in the past now Joan. After that day, I started fresh and got on with living my life." I gave her a small smile.

"So what is it you do now Mickie?" Joan asked.

"Im actually a photographer. I do Weddings, Baby photo's, anything really." I answered as I took another sip of my tea.

"You'll have to take some of Jack's baby when it arrives!" She said happily.

"I would love to Joan."

A couple of hours later, I was still at Joan's. We had spend most of the time talking about old memories and catching up with eachother.

"Well, I better be going." I said, looking at the time. 8:28pm.

"Okay then dear, you will visit again soon won't you? I'll let Jack and Louise know your back, they would love to catch up with you some time I bet." She said as we made our way to the front door.

"Of course I'll come back to visit. I going to need more chocolate won't I?" I joked. I pulled Joan in to a hug. "Thanks Auntie, I'll see you soon."

"By darling, stay safe." I nodded and walked out the door. I turned back round, and watched as Joan waved one last time then shut the door. I began walking down the pathway, then turned to walk on the pavement. I came to a stop outside my old house again. I blew out a breath and looked up.

That wasn't my house anymore. It was long gone. Just like my mum.

That house was dead. Just like my mum.

My name is Mickie James. And when I was eleven, I watched my father murder my mother in our family house.

Well.. let me know what you think! :)

Hannah x