(A/N: I know that the other chapters haven't been the best, but I promise that this one will be better! Well here it goes! =])
I tripped.
Of all things that I could do, I trip, god I'm such a klutz.
I quickly got up quick so I could make it home in about ten minutes if I walked really, and I mean really, fast without hurting myself in the process.
I kept my eyes straight forward and ran/walked for ten minutes before making the final turn down my street of nicely sized homes. My mother and Phil paid for it, as a good job at college gift. I was grateful, to have a step dad that actually cared about me, even though we weren't blood related.
What my dad did to me made me see, feel, and hear things that weren't there at all. Like my imaginary friend, whose name escapes me, I think I named him Even? I don't really remember, but I think I named him something close to that. Oh well, not like I have to worry about seeing him again, I was fourteen when I last saw him. I guess that my mind just knew that I couldn't depend on him to keep me safe, because my mind knew that something that was imaginary couldn't protect me from something real, it just made me think I was safe.
As I was walking up to my doorstep, I reached for my keys inside of my purse, took them out, opened my front door, locked it back up then put my keys back in my purse then put my purse on the hall table.
I loved my house here, It was big for one person, sure but I like being alone most of the time. So I guess that it was perfect for me.
It's an older style two story with an attic. Old oak flooring, tiled bathrooms, large kitchen, four bedrooms, three bathrooms, two living rooms, one den, basement, and there's a nice backyard with a pool.
The house came with a really cool feature though; it had speakers in the walls, everywhere. So when you're playing a song in one room, you can hear it where ever you go. It's awesome!
I had some last minute stuff that I needed to take care of before I went to bed, so I went up stairs to my room to change into a pair of cotton shorts, tank top, and a tight hoodie over it, because I get cold easily.
I had laundry that needed to be done tonight, cleaning up the dishes from my dinner, and I needed to wash my face and eat something before I went to bed.
Before I went to my closet to get out my laundry basket, I started my CD player and my 80's rock came blaring out of the walls everywhere. It was "Carry on my Wayward Son" by Kansas, I know that it's from the 70's but it's still good.
I got my laundry basket out of my closet and headed down stairs, singing to the song. My washer and dryer were downstairs in the utility room which was cement instead of tile or wooden. It was always cold on my feet so I always left my big sneaker slippers; you know the one's that look like big foots slippers.
I put them on, went in, put my laundry in the wash, turned it on and left. I decided to take a little nap while my clothes were washing, about 30-90 minuets.