Love has wings.

Chapter One

When my parents told me that we were moving, I was against this idea because I had spent my whole life in this house and in no way I could leave it but then my mental health hit the rock bottom. At that moment, I've decided to leave my old life and my darkest memories behind me. I was starting to recover from my depression and the last thing i could do to feel better was changing my life in ALL ways.

Today was the third day that I've been living here and I'm still not used to it . This house was creepy and huge. It was an old victorian house and when we arrived here I thought it was a joke because everything in this house was broken: windows, doors, floors, walls,... It was like those haunted houses you visit just to get scared as hell. My mum started to redecorate the rooms after my dad fixed the holes and replaced the doors and windows . This house became a little bit more welcoming but still was creepy. It was like living in the Murder House from American Horror Story minus Tate and the other ghosts.

Talking about ghosts, I didn't sleep for ages because each noises made my brain going crazy and turned noises into whispers. Not that I was scared of ghosts but imagine being face to face with someone at night when your room is in the cellar!

My brother had the biggest room (who was supposed to be mine) so I've decided to take the cellar because it seemed quite comfy. I'm drawing so I needed quiet and a space where I can express myself and be alone when I needed to.

We have neighbours. One is an old woman who lives with her cats and the other is a young couple with a baby. They introduced themselves 2 days ago and the old woman, Daisy, even invited us for dinner. They all seemed really charming but today i didn't feel like going out of my room. I had a rough first day at school and I just wanted to lay in my bed and write. But unfortunately, my mum felt like annoying me and forced me to go.

First day at school and I've already spit my drink on a bunch of girls, tripped over my own foot and forgot the number of my locker. Yeah I'm really clumsy... and also antisocial. I've never had more than 2 friends in my life. I usually spend my days drawing, painting, singing (well at least try), listening to music and reading. I've never had a boyfriend and I'm 17...quite weird but I've never looked for it anyway.

I was listening to "Bad Blood" by Bastille when I heard my mum shouting my name from downstairs.

" Georgia! Dress up! We're leaving in 10 minutes" she shouted as I jumped off my bed, scarying my cat, Moon, who was sleeping next to me on the bed.

I rushed to my wardrobe and picked up some random clothes. It was not like we were going to meet Queen Elisabeth II or Leonardo Di Caprio, we were just going next door.

Black skinny jeans, band t-shirt, dark blue converse, hair in a (very) messy bun, just a little bit of liner and mascara. My outfit was cool and comfy! I ran downstairs and when I arrived at the ground floor, my parents and Martin, my brother, was waiting for me. We left shortly after and Daisy opened her door with that sweet smile. I think this woman is happy to see some people because she always seems so alone. That's sad!

We ate and my parents talked about everything and anything with Daisy. Martin started sending texts so I was standing there, alone. But then I felt something against my legs so I looked down and saw a black cat.

" His name is shadow." Daisy said as she saw me petting the cat. Shadow meowed at the sound of his name looking at me with icy blue eyes.

I started to fall asleep when my dad said we were leaving. I headed to my room and didn't even  put my pj's on, I just took off my jeans and lay down in just my oversize band tshirt. I was starting to fall asleep when I felt something on my forehead. It was soft and hot. It felt like... like lips. I hadn't had the time to open my eyes and see who it was, I was already sleeping.