After our little hug fest David and Rose drove me back to my old house. I got out of the car and stared at my past. A sudden uncomfortable feeling came to my stomach. Rose came around to me and hugged me from the side, "You can do this," She whispered into my ear.
Gaining all the courage I had left I walked into my old house. The door was busted down from where the domestic abuse people probably kicked it and the inside looked like it was hit by a tornado. The police must have been searching for something. I walked to my room, moved the kick-downed door out of the way, and stood inside. It looked the same as it always had, some stuff was lying on the floor, and a few things were messed up, but in all it looked ok. I pulled my suitcase from under my bed, a black full suitcase that I'd had bought a while ago without telling my dad. I was planning on leaving that day but didn't. I began packing my few belongings. I packed all my clothes and grabbed my mother's jewelry case from the bottom of the drawer. My mother had given it to me the day of the car crash and it was filled with all her prized possessions, her jewelry, her dreams, her wishes. I carefully put it in my schoolbag wrapped between two of my baby blankets and continued packing the rest of my things. After everything I wanted was packed I only filled three suitcases and two backpacks. I walked out of my room blowing a final kiss and waving goodbye to my old life.
"Ready to go, honey?" Rose asked once I was
I nodded and we walked out of the house before I remembered something, stopping in my tracks, "Wait here," I said dropping my stuff and running back into the house. I ran upstairs to my dad's room. I had only been in there twice, once when I was sick and I couldn't fall asleep so I slept between my dad and my mom and instantly felt better and another time when I was seven and I again felt sick but when I walked up to my dad's room and asked if I could sleep between him like I used to he slapped me and told me to never come back up here again. I cringed at the memory and walked over to his dresser. It was an old dresser, mahogany, my mother once told me it was my grandparents brought it over from The Netherlands, but thinking about it now it was probably just a story to keep me entertained. Reaching to the bottom of it I pulled out a silver locket my mom gave me when I was born.
The story she used to tell me was that when I was born she took the locket that hung around her neck and immediately put it around mine, despite the Doctors protests. As I grew up the silver heart that hung around the silver chain amused me more each day. I would open the locket day and night and just look at the picture of me and my mother, smiling wide. Once though my dad saw me wearing it and immediately yanked it away from my neck, breaking the precious chain. The next day he tricked me into believing he had burned it, but he had hid it and now it was mine. I pulled the broken locket to my heart and smiled.
There was also a picture book at the bottom of his drawer, and I pulled it out and took it with me. Closing the door behind me I walked downstairs and out of the house joining up again with my new family.
"Is everything alright?" Rose asked.
"Yes, everything's fine." I responded with a smile, picking up my stuff I had dropped onto the ground.
She nodded and helped me take my stuff to the trunk of the car, throwing it in, and closing it behind her. The movers would be back tomorrow to get the furniture I actually wanted, my mother's dresser, and an old rocking chair that also belonged to my mother.
David got in the driver's seat, Rose in the passenger's seat, and she turned around to look at me. She gave me a smile and I gave her one back. She then took my hand and held it as David drove away from my old house.
I would never have to come back, never have to return back to a life of hell and suffering. A part of my soul was released that day. The part that was suffering for ten years straight. The part that thought I was going to be stuck there for the rest of my life. The part that was hopeless.
But a new piece of my soul was gained. The part that knew I wouldn't be suffering anymore. The part that knows that I'm in a home with people who love me. The part that wants to be stuck in this forever and the part that has all the hope in the world to start new again.