I recognized where we were right away. After all I had lived there for
pretty much my entire life, seventeen years until I ran from Shadow on the
night of my mother's death. We passed shops and residences as I led them
unconsiously towards the distrubution center. I knew that we would pass it
soon, I was prepared for it but I wondered what had become of it since I
had run. The sewing shop was dark and looked as though no one had entered
it since it was deserted.
I stopped Race and Spot. "Uh...do ye mind...if I look around fer a minute?" I asked them. Then realizing that they didn't know this was where I had grown up I said, "Oh dis is me apartment, an me mudda's shop." Tears still stung my eyes as I said those words. The apartment had never meant anything to me while I lived there but it still had memories for the long years I lived there with my mother.
They both nodded at me, not saying anything and letting me lead the way to the back of the building. I walked up the stairs, remembering stumbling down them in the dark. Then turned the knob of the unlocked door at the top of them. The bag of groceries I had come home with the night I found Shadow were gone. No doubt stolen by some homeless person. I didn't care though. I walked in and looked around. The inside of the kitchen and living area looked as it had been before I had left and I took a long sweeping look around it then walked down the hallway that would lead to the bedrooms and washroom. Racetrack and Spot followed me silently looking around with curiosity. I came first to my mother's bedroom, the one she had been murdered in. I stopped in the doorway and stared. The bulls taking care of their simple job of removing the dead had taken her body, no doubt. But there was blood, I flashed back to that night when we stared at each other when she took her final breath. The gun was still there however, and I didn't touch it, didn't want to. I didn't linger here for I could recall to plainly what everything had looked like on that night. I then walked farther down the hall to my room. It was the same as I had left it, not messed up at all and it was almost like before my mother was killed. The breezy curtains still pulled over the open windows, the coverlet on the bed still folded carefully as though just made. I looked around then opened the drawers of the small nightstand and looked under the matress on my bed. All my cloths were still folded neatly in the drawers of the nightstand and I left the drawers open as I looked at the treasures I had pulled from beneath the matress. They weren't exactly treasures but to me they were the most important things I had. I kept my paints, drawing materials, and art I had completed under there, so basically my heart and soul. I handed these wordlessly to Race who took them still holding his silence as Spot was. Out of the open drawer I took my favorite clothes, my plaid pants, a skirt made for me by my mother that was made from beautiful pale blue fabric, and some other essentials I hadn't had the chance to grab the last time I had left. I took one last look at my old room before I walked back out into the hallway. Race and Spot followed and as we had reached the end I saw something glint in the corner of my eye. I looked and gasped. It was mother's necklace, the one she had from her mother that she had worn everyday of her life. It was a simple sterling silver chain, probaly not worth much itself but from it hung a beautiful pendant of a rose with one simple rose quartz stone at the center. The pendant had always been her favorite and it reminded her of her long dead mother. I picked it up, now it was to remind me of mine. I hung it around my neck and clasped it, then placing it under my shirt so it couldn't be seen. I hadn't realized until then that tears were running down my face. "Let's go," I said and together we all walked out the door and down the stairs to the back of the shop.
We emerged back into the light of the alley behind the shop and I decided I wanted to go into the shop.
"Are ye ok?" Race asked me worridly.
"I'll be fine," I said and I stopped crying. "But I wanna go inte de shop. Might as well take some stuff wid us."
I opened up the door that was the entrance to the back storeroom. I could see immediately that we weren't the first to have entered here since I had left. It was in disarray, all the fabrics and merchendise thrown on the floor. I walked across it and entered into the shop area which was in the same condition. I looked around for a minute as Race and Spot, still holding the things I had taken from the apartment, looked around curiously.
"Whudd are ye doin?" Spot asked me as I began to pick up fabrics, my mind already in motion.
"I'm gonna take some fabric te make some cloths," I stated and collected what I intended to take. I then found some bags and put the stuff I had taken from the shop and apartment into them.
"Ok, lets go te find de newsies," I said crushing my uncertainess at not wanting to see them. I was going to and that was it.
I stopped Race and Spot. "Uh...do ye mind...if I look around fer a minute?" I asked them. Then realizing that they didn't know this was where I had grown up I said, "Oh dis is me apartment, an me mudda's shop." Tears still stung my eyes as I said those words. The apartment had never meant anything to me while I lived there but it still had memories for the long years I lived there with my mother.
They both nodded at me, not saying anything and letting me lead the way to the back of the building. I walked up the stairs, remembering stumbling down them in the dark. Then turned the knob of the unlocked door at the top of them. The bag of groceries I had come home with the night I found Shadow were gone. No doubt stolen by some homeless person. I didn't care though. I walked in and looked around. The inside of the kitchen and living area looked as it had been before I had left and I took a long sweeping look around it then walked down the hallway that would lead to the bedrooms and washroom. Racetrack and Spot followed me silently looking around with curiosity. I came first to my mother's bedroom, the one she had been murdered in. I stopped in the doorway and stared. The bulls taking care of their simple job of removing the dead had taken her body, no doubt. But there was blood, I flashed back to that night when we stared at each other when she took her final breath. The gun was still there however, and I didn't touch it, didn't want to. I didn't linger here for I could recall to plainly what everything had looked like on that night. I then walked farther down the hall to my room. It was the same as I had left it, not messed up at all and it was almost like before my mother was killed. The breezy curtains still pulled over the open windows, the coverlet on the bed still folded carefully as though just made. I looked around then opened the drawers of the small nightstand and looked under the matress on my bed. All my cloths were still folded neatly in the drawers of the nightstand and I left the drawers open as I looked at the treasures I had pulled from beneath the matress. They weren't exactly treasures but to me they were the most important things I had. I kept my paints, drawing materials, and art I had completed under there, so basically my heart and soul. I handed these wordlessly to Race who took them still holding his silence as Spot was. Out of the open drawer I took my favorite clothes, my plaid pants, a skirt made for me by my mother that was made from beautiful pale blue fabric, and some other essentials I hadn't had the chance to grab the last time I had left. I took one last look at my old room before I walked back out into the hallway. Race and Spot followed and as we had reached the end I saw something glint in the corner of my eye. I looked and gasped. It was mother's necklace, the one she had from her mother that she had worn everyday of her life. It was a simple sterling silver chain, probaly not worth much itself but from it hung a beautiful pendant of a rose with one simple rose quartz stone at the center. The pendant had always been her favorite and it reminded her of her long dead mother. I picked it up, now it was to remind me of mine. I hung it around my neck and clasped it, then placing it under my shirt so it couldn't be seen. I hadn't realized until then that tears were running down my face. "Let's go," I said and together we all walked out the door and down the stairs to the back of the shop.
We emerged back into the light of the alley behind the shop and I decided I wanted to go into the shop.
"Are ye ok?" Race asked me worridly.
"I'll be fine," I said and I stopped crying. "But I wanna go inte de shop. Might as well take some stuff wid us."
I opened up the door that was the entrance to the back storeroom. I could see immediately that we weren't the first to have entered here since I had left. It was in disarray, all the fabrics and merchendise thrown on the floor. I walked across it and entered into the shop area which was in the same condition. I looked around for a minute as Race and Spot, still holding the things I had taken from the apartment, looked around curiously.
"Whudd are ye doin?" Spot asked me as I began to pick up fabrics, my mind already in motion.
"I'm gonna take some fabric te make some cloths," I stated and collected what I intended to take. I then found some bags and put the stuff I had taken from the shop and apartment into them.
"Ok, lets go te find de newsies," I said crushing my uncertainess at not wanting to see them. I was going to and that was it.