A.N, I am so sorry for the extremely looooong wait, I started my last year of high school, and have been having some health, and family problems. Though you all should love me, because I am writing this while I have the stomach flu, and have a little bed that I am curled up in on the floor right outside my bathroom. Thank god for laptops!


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Chapter 2. Home/Hell

Trees, trees, tress and more trees.

That's all I could look at on the winding road. I couldn't look at my mom as she relished in the silence. I couldn't look at the road in front of me, leading me quickly to the little town I left behind,

and I most certainty couldn't look at all the flowers that people had put at the little sign exclaiming "Welcome to Walnut Grove, Population 677" in memory of Nate.

Everything was familiar around me. Me and Nate had played ball in that field.

My Grandma Betty and I had manned her yearly lemonade stand for the starlight festival on that corner until I was twelve. How could mom stand this?

Everywhere you turned there were memories, and yet, after turning off the main road, there was the biggest memory of all.

Our old house, with the rusting beat up Ford dad and Nate had been working on restoring for years.

Mom finally broke the silence, "Well we're here Mitch, shall we get out and knock?" her voice had a nasally tone to it, like she was trying not to cry.

"Lets do it" I said with a sigh, and boldly went up to the door. I had the full intention of knocking as soon as I felt mom behind me, but before I had a chance the door opened and I was crushed against an old lumber jack shirt that smelled like pine, my father always smelled like pine.

"Oh Mitchie, Connie, I'm so glad you're here!" my dad said softly. He always had been the strong one. It was a little off putting to see him so broken.

Slowly my dad let go of me and mom awkwardly hugged him too. "Of course we're here Steve, we wouldn't be anywhere else." They separated slowly and dad opened the door wider to let us in.

From the front hallway the house hadn't changed a bit. The flowery border mom had put on the walls when I was four, was still up. There was even an old family portrait hanging over the fireplace in the living room.

"Tea, you need tea!" my dad exclaimed, and practically ran to the kitchen. Confused I turned towards mom, and realized the tears had finally broken threw the barrier she'd put up.

Dad never could put up with mom's tears.

Mom slowly walked to the kitchen, but I wasn't ready to go in there and face the conversation I knew they were going to have.

So instead I walked threw the archway to the living room, and looked at the protrait above the fireplace.

Standing looking at my family back when we were all happy was hard. Not to mention this was the first time I'd looked at a picture of Nate since the phone call. Touching the picture of him softly, I whispered "How could you leave me"

Then I turned around and walked towards the kitchen, and that dreaded conversation.


A.N. I am sorry it's so short, but it is now 4 am and my poor sick stomach is not very happy with me… and I have to get my costume ready.. I'm being Abby from NCIS.

I'll write more as soon as I can, Happy Halloween everyone!

Yours till lights out,

Bedtime-Beary