An hour and 250 grand later the fair tale castle with a bog was Quistis. She knew she had done the right thing but as she looked around at all the work she had to admit there was quits a lot of buyers remorse.
It wasn't till later that she noticed the smell of the bog, not the roses, dominated the whole damn house. It wasn't till later she noticed the odd colored mold growing in her kitchen and bathroom sinks. The shower and all the baths contained the mold as well. She checked all the beds and realized that the sheets, blankets and pillows would all have to be washed and bleached. The curtains had some sort of insect living in them, the fancy sitting room had become the home of some sort of fuzzy rodent that was large enough to eat a small Pomeranian or tea cup poodle. It wasn't very friendly and seemed highly offended by Quistis intrusion. She shut the door and left it to it's cozy home. Start small she decided, she thanked god that she had her small and crappie apartment until the renovating and cleaning was done. Over all she realized that by buying the house she might have fulfilled some sort of odd desire but she had basically just screwed herself. She had bought a moldy; creature infested mansion that was disgustingly old and rundown. Before it was hers it was antique, now that it was hers it was just old
The drive back to her apartment was filled with rambling thoughts that sounded a little like this, stupid, stupid, stupid. She thought about that 250 grand that was no longer hers.
She got in the zone, with no neighbors to bother she blasted the radio as loud as possible. First thing was the abnormally large rat in the front room. After much confrontation she simply evicted him to the garden. It seemed tragic to defeat such an intelligent animal. Next she cleaned all her sheets and pillows.
As music boomed through the house it slowly changed with the sound of escaping footsteps. By the end of the day the main bedroom was worthy of human life. With a room in the house that was her own she became safer.
As the night wind flew through the curtains Quistis pulled the large black comforter over herself. Cold hands of loneliness ran over her as she rolled to see the empty spot next to her. It was like a symbol of that empty void inside her. The night sang as she closed her watering eyes. Was it O.K. to cry now? No it was never O.K to cry over him, never him or anything he does to you.
The next day was just as empty as the first. The rooms echoed with her steps only. With only a radio and computer to entertain her Quistis spent most of her time listening to light melodys.