Halloween
I manage to move the ladder. It takes a few tries and it is very heavy. I think my pent up aggression allows me to move it at last. There is nothing I want more than to go inside of Robbie's home and finally see the inside for the first time in a year. I uncover the entrance and see that the rest of the ladder is still bolted to the floor of Robbie's home. I hang on tight and start to decline.
Blackness and ash stir up from below. A gust of air blows in and over my face. It reminds me of a bag of chips opening. I step cautiously over a broken step. I am lucky I didn't have to jump all the way down. Though dusk is approaching, there is enough light to see a broken home. If only the light could warm my broken heart.
I collapse onto the floor. A dust cloud surrounds me and I cough uncontrollably. I sit for a moment and stare. Robbie's home is a mess, for lack of a better term. Metal and glass scatters the floor with cobwebs attached like connect-the-dots. I see a familiar orange hue. Hairs on my arms rise. I stand up and run to the orange chair, not caring that glass is crunching below me.
The way I sob, I could invent a new term for tears. These are not normal water-works. They are acid rain drops on my cheeks. I curl up on the orange chair, inhaling who knows how much dust and ash. I don't care. I am snuggling with a memory. I am instantly in more pain and yet secure in this chair.
"Black and orange. Is it Halloween?"
A voice echoes. I am hearing things again.
"You look like one of those floofy fairytale girls like Little Miss Muffet or something."
My eyes shut tight as another pool spills from my eyes.
I open them. A pair of chocolate eyes are inches from mine. I am frozen.