When We Met: The asylum

Part 20

     We got lunch at my family's favorite place to eat. We were talking about old memories the whole time. "When Nicky was little she would run full speed then just stop and face plant into the ground." Kev laughed out. "It was fun what can I say!" I defended.

"Its no better than you jumping off of the roof with a tarp thinking that you would float down." I laughed pointing at Kev. "You what?" Sam asked laughing. "I told him that if he tied a tarp around himself and jumped off of the roof he could float down as if he was using a parachute. He did it 5 or 6 times before mom came out yelling at us. Every time he tried again he was just crying harder." Steven said laughing.

   "Or you when you thought you knew how to ski but became a goofy cartoon." I said to Steven. "I was doing good until I realized I had no clue what I was doing!" He said laughing. "He was doing amazing, almost like a pro. Then all of a sudden one leg was in the air then the other then one arm and one leg was in the air just flip flopping until he finally tumbled into a pricker bush." I explained. They all laughed.

   "You remember when we stole those cars?" Steven asked. "Oh my god! Yes. That was so fun!" I answered. "We would go to Walmart and take the cars that people would just leave. We would scope out cars that just never left, it wasn't like we stole someone's car that they were avidly using. We would hot wire it and drive it into an old mine. We would put the car in neutral and let it roll. One time we put an old Peter built truck down there." I laughed thinking back. "Wow." Jake said laughing.

We continued telling funny stories. When we got outside we stood by the cars talking and joking. "You still want to become a mechanic?" Steven asked, I shook my head. "Photographer." I answered, "but I still know how to pull apart and put back an engine." I continued. Steven nodded, but soon we separated from him.

I was in the car with Kev who was trying his best not to smoke, and Jake. "Kev. It's okay, stop torturing yourself." I said laughing a bit. "No it's fine we are only like 10 minutes away." He answered then turned the music up.

When we got to my old home I sat in the car for a moment before shutting it off and grabbing a key from my pocket. "Okay." I spoke to myself. "Ready?" Kev asked as I took a deep breath. I nodded and we got out of the car.

The guys walked up to the front door with me, and I unlocked it but didn't open the door. I stood there taking a couple deep breaths. Colby and Kev put one of their hands on both of my shoulders as a way to give comfort. "Okay let's do this." I said shaking my hands out a little.

   I forced open the creaky door making it hit the wall next to it. "I'll get the garbage bags, we will start in the living room." I said walking into the kitchen. "Holly.." Sam said looking around my old home. "This place is nice!" Corey said in awe.

"I'd expect dirtbags to live in a terrible home." Jake said. "Well my dad bought the home. They just lived in it. I cleaned and decorated once everything was ruined." I explained. We went into the living room and threw everything out, I put the chairs and couch on market place. We went throughout the house throwing everything away and putting salvageable furniture on market place.

"One more room." Kev said standing at my old rooms doorway. I nodded and smiled. I opened the door and looked around. Holes littered the walls, my bed frame was broken, my dressers were opened and a mess. My closet had clothes all over the floor and the storage I had in my room was all over the place.

I gasped looking at the mess my room was in. "What happened in here?" Corey asked. "Well the holes are mostly from me, and the bed frame is from being pushed into. Other than that they probably went through my things." I said picking up a small picture.

It was my mom, Kev, Steven, my dad, and me. My dad was holding me as I was playing with his hat. On the back of the photo I wrote "your existence has a positive impact on mankind." A tear fell out my eye but I quickly wiped it and continued to tidy up my room.

"How did you make the holes?" Sam asked placing his hand next to one of the bigger holes. "Punching, kicking, throwing things." I said looking from him to the hole then back to him. "I would get so frustrated with what was happening that the only thing that would help was breaking something." I said picking up old trophies and jerseys that were scattered around my floor.

"How many times did you come in first?" Corey asked helping me. "2 or 3 times. Most of these are 2nd." I answered. We cleaned my room out and I grabbed my favorite pieces of clothing and packed them into a bag.