Chapter 2

"I never fit in. I am a true alternative. And I love being the outcast. That's my role in life, to be an outcast."

I walk up towards the mansion. It looked sad and lonely. Its would-be gardens were all dead.

Everything surrounding the mansion looked dead and dark.

Everything was so gloomy and depressed, like me.

Poor thing.

Finally, I reach the door.

The door was huge and old.

I knock. Nothing.

I knock a second time. Still nothing.

I knock a third time, just for precaution.

Nope. Nobody's here.

I try to the doorknob and with a screechy noise it opens.

"Hello?" I quietly asked. I jump at the echo.

I shrug and go inside. Leaving the door open just a crack, because knowing my luck I would get locked in here.

There was giant stairs, noting to explore the top floors later. I see old looking machines and lots of dust.

I look and the old machines, somewhat silly looking but interesting. On a shelf, something shiny caught my attention. I make a grab for it when I hear a thump. I turn around and find nothing behind me. I look above; it must've come from above. I hear myself say

Well, let's go check it out!

I climb the stairs quietly. Not to make a sound.

I reach up to the top floor and open the door. And I am greeted by a surge of light. The roof had a huge hole in it. It was beautiful and beckoning to me.

I lie down in the center of the light and look up. Even though the wood on the floor is hard and somewhat uncomfortable I still liked laying there.

I say "It's weird isn't it? Two lost souls…" I stop hesitantly.

When I talked I felt a presence. I had no idea where it came from, but it felt like someone was listening to me. Finally.

"Strange… I feel as if you are listening."

Yeah, it may seem odd for a girl to talk to a house but when you have no friends it's good to pretend at least you think someone is listening.

I talked to it. About my day. My thoughts. My pain. My short happiness. It felt so nice to finally to talk and be myself. Even if it was with a house. Yeah, I think I established this already, I'm somewhat pathetic.

I eventually dozed off.

Maybe I just didn't remember walking to it or I slept walked. I woke up on a small bed that looked like it was shoved in between a fireplace. I noticed it was dark. I stretch and grab my phone out of my boot.

I check my phone. 7:00. Damn. How did time go so fast? I had homework and then face my father.

I jump up grab my bag and run home. Thankfully he wasn't home yet. I heat up some soup from last night, plug my ear buds, and begin to work on my homework.

But I couldn't keep my focus. I was still thinking about the house. It was so cool, so different from the rest of the town. Maybe dad knew about it.

And as if it was on cue, dad walks through the door.

"I'm home." He shouts.

"In the kitchen" I holler.

He comes into the kitchen and puts down his gun.

He's a police officer.

"How's my little girl doing?" he asked cheerfully.

"Fine." I say. Nightwish's Planet Hell comes on my iPod and that's pretty much where I am living right now.

"How was your first day of school?" he asked.

I put on my fake smile and happy air.

"Oh! It was great! I made friends already! I'm going to meet them tomorrow after school to hang out." I say in fake happiness.

Boy, I was a good actress. I should be in theater.

He believed me, again.

"Oh, Tony that's great! I'm glad you made so friends here, because we will be staying here for a long time I believe. "

Great…

He spoons out some soup for me and himself and brings it to the counter.

"Hey dad?" I ask.

"Yes, Tony?"

"I was just wondering…"

"Yes…"

"Well, what's the story about the old mansion up on the hill?"

His face hardened. He was keeping something secret.

"Don't go there Tony, the floor and roof is dangerous, the floors rotting away."

"I was only wondering why it was there dad…"I played the hurt, innocent child card.

He truly looked sorry. God, I felt terrible.

"I'm sorry Tony; I just don't want you to get hurt."

I smile. "I know."

"Just promise me that you will never go near that mansion." He told me seriously.

I nod. Kept my fingers crossed behind my back and say to myself.

I'm going back tomorrow, the day after that and the day after that. You can't stop me!nobody can stop me. The one thing that means so much to me is that house. It's stupid, I know. But you can't stop me. Nobody can.

I then empty the dishes into the dishwasher.

"How did you get that?" He asked me

"What?" I ask, oblivious to what it "got".

"That huge cut on your hand?"

I look down at my hand.

There was a sideways scar on the palm of my hand.

And I had no freaking idea how I got it.

"Um, in Chemistry I dropped one of the large glass beakers and stupidly picked the large pieces of glass up and one piece slid right out of my hand."

Oh yeah, I was good at improv.

"Well, wrap it up."

"Yes dad."

I walk out.

My dad doesn't know anything about my life. I'm in Forensic Science. I took Chemistry last year. He just doesn't listen sometimes.

At least now I have someone, I mean something to talk to now.

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