𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 (EDITING)

𝟎𝟑

emerson

This house should be filled with good memories, but unfortunately, it never brought any. Even though I may appear to be smiling, the reality is quite different. My face is itching and swelling due to the countless tears I've shed. I wish there was a way to help myself and escape this mess, but I feel trapped. No matter what I do, I cannot seem to leave.

I let out a small sigh as I plopped down on the floor of my bedroom. The room had a deceptive appearance of being clean, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that it was filthy. The ceiling was covered in mold, and the walls had cracks that seemed to grow bigger every day. The door was missing some paint, revealing a rustic brown wood that showed its age. It looked like it had been through hell and back.

To make matters worse, I didn't have a bathroom nearby. If I needed to go, I had to trek down the hall to Mr. Harrison's room. Just right in the corner of the room was a small chest of drawers with a little dainty mirror hanging above it.

As I carefully fold my clothes and place them in the small dresser, I pause for a moment and take a quick glance at the few pieces of clothing I own - a couple of loose-fitting shirts and a pair of basketball shorts or joggers. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, and for a moment, I am lost in thought, wondering why fate has placed me in such a difficult situation. I contemplate shedding a few more tears, but quickly shake my head, trying to push the negative thoughts away. With trembling hands, I make my way down the hallway and into the bathroom.

In a matter of seconds, my face twisted in disgust as soon as I saw and smelled the cigarette and alcohol. Hurriedly, I rushed to the sink to wash my hands and wiped them on my trousers. I cleared my throat and walked out of the room, making my way downstairs. As I descended the stairs, I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I decided to look around and see if anything had changed in the last 3 years. As I stepped into the living room, my eyes immediately caught a broken mirror, lying next to the kitchen door. The shattered pieces of the mirror glinted in the light, and I couldn't help but wonder what might have caused it.

As I was going about my business, I caught a glimpse of him standing in the corner of my eyes. His hands were tucked in his pockets, and he seemed to be staring right at me with an intense gaze. I couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy and wondered if he was up to something. As I looked back at him through the mirror, I rolled my eyes in annoyance and made my way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

Just as I was walking out, I attempted to pass by him, but he grabbed my wrist and forcefully pushed me against the wall. I let out a groan as I looked at him, his face looming dangerously close to mine. His breath was pungent with a very unpleasant odor that made me cringe.

As he smirks, his words make me feel uneasy. "Why don't you be a good girl and go buy me some drinks?" I nod my head nervously, hoping to avoid any conflict. He compliments me, saying "Well done" and hands me the money, telling me I have one hour. As I step out of the room, I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down.

I walk towards the nearest shops, thinking about how to get this task done quickly. As I enter the shop, I notice the drinks section and approach it. I carefully examine the options, hoping to choose the one he likes. I grab the bottle and head towards the counter, hoping to complete the task without any issues.

As I stood in the queue for what felt like hours, I waited impatiently for my turn at the cashier. Finally, it was my time to pay for the items in my cart. I awkwardly smiled at the cashier while handing over the money, hoping to make a good impression. The cashier mumbled a small 'thank you' as she took the money from my hand. I couldn't help but notice the fatigue on her face, as she probably had been standing there for hours serving customers. As I picked up my bags, I turned to leave and the cashier bid me farewell with a friendly "Have a great day". I quickly responded with a "Yeah, thank you, you too" before leaving the store.