Third Times The Charm

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I made myself cry writing this.
TW: mentions of death, ptsd, guns and anxiety.  Stay safe <3

Tommy and I had walked for almost 3 hours by the time we arrived last night. It was about 8pm but I was exhausted. I went straight to sleep in his house.

To think of if, I have no idea where I am. I didn't even look at the path on the way here. I walked here half asleep.

I look over to my right; 10am was displayed in LEDs on a small digital clock. It was set down on a dark wooden table with drawers beneath it.

Beside the clock was a small lantern with a string dangling beside it, acting as a switch. This place looked magical.

I slowly got up and looked around the room. Everything was this dark oak colour, there was a large wardrobe taking up a whole wall.

The bed was the same oak. It had banisters on each of the corners connecting it to an arched roof.

There was a big window on the wall opposite the door. It curved out, creating a small space.
It had white shutters either side with a small bench beneath it.

The floor was a beautiful light, textured wood. I walked out the door to be met with a small kitchen. Everything in the house matched the same aesthetic.

There was a small dining table with 6 chairs and then more doors leading to what I assumed to be bedrooms and a bathroom.

I called out for Tommy but got no reply. The house seemed oddly... quiet? It was still, a bit too still.

I began to feel uneasy, as if I was being watched by someone. I began to panic, I knew I had anxiety, I had been told it before by many people.

They always told me to go see a therapist or professional help. I never did though. It was that kind of advice that was just said at you.

They never really cared, not enough to help you themselves. It was more of a selfish act, making sure they didn't feel guilty if anything happened to me, because they "tried."

My body had frozen, I had dealt with this before. I took deep breaths, closing my eyes. I just kept repeating the same things in my head: "everything happens for a reason, if something happens to me it was meant to happen, you'll get through this, no one's here."

It was more me trying to convince myself it was true than the actual truth. It worked though. I managed to calm down.

I headed to the front door. I gasped as soon as I stepped out of the house, it was beautiful. The trees were placed perfect, as if this land was hand built down to the last grain of dirt.

There was a narrow, winding gravel path with small stones scattered across it, leading in the opposite direction; I assume that's where I came from.

There were flowers everywhere, no two were the same. To my right was a short stone wall, with stone chairs and a wooden bench.

To my left was a pond. I walked over and saw small fish under lily pads. There were wooden logs to sit on around the small pond. The pond was surrounded by stones, all different sizes.

Frogs hopped around the area and birds chirped from the trees.

I turned around to see the most magnificent thing yet. A tall dark oak tree. It had to be at least 200ft tall. I'd never seen anything like it, branches were sticking out from every direction.

At the bottom was a small pink blanket next to a rounded, tall stone slab. As I got closer I noticed a girl sitting against the stone. She was writing in a brown journal. It looked identical to his.