...chapters of my life... musings of my mind...: David Morgan was fourteen years old, when his parents got killed in front of him. He's trying to live on... He's trying to forget... But these nightmares are always there. Why did his parents got kill...
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Six days after my eighteenth birthday, I had all my stuff packed into two bags. I wandered around the house and on the front lawn for one last time. I took one last look at the lake. I liked Aunt Kathy's place, but it was time to go.
We left Kathy's house at noon. Of course, we had a three hour drive ahead of us. As we left the small town, I looked back at those small streets. It is a nice place to live in... for some people... for happy people. It wasn't the right place for me. Not anymore. I turned my head and looked ahead. I had to look forward to a new life.
Kathy and I didn't talk much. Of course, that changed as we came closer to the city. Kathy reminded me once again to call her if I needed anything and to basically call every fifteen minutes, even if I didn't need anything.
As we pulled up in front of a big house with a huge garden a bit outside the inner city, Kathy looked nervous. I knew she didn't like my decision to move back to the city. She wanted me to stay with her forever.
"Everything's gonna be okay. Thanks for everything." Kathy smiled.
"I'll call you when I get back home. Take care, David."
I hugged her and opened the door. I got out and took my bags out of the trunk. I threw them on the sidewalk and walked back to the car. Kathy had the window down. I knew she wanted to meet the parents of my friend. I knew she wanted to know with whom I was staying from now on.
"We're too early. They're coming home in half an hour. You can go. You have a long drive ahead of you. I'll wait here, don't worry."
It was pretty obvious she wanted to wait nevertheless. But she didn't want to pick a fight with me either. Not on our last day together.
Kathy nodded and smiled. So, I waved my hand a little bit and stepped back from the car. Kathy looked at me one last time and then she drove away.
She turned the car around and drove back the way we came from. She waved at me as she passed and then she was gone. I could see she looked very sad. I could swear I even saw some tears in her eyes.
Of course, I felt pretty empty, too. I felt tears coming up. Aunt Kathy was my whole family now. And I enjoyed having her around, but I had to move on. So, I wiped my tears away and as soon as Kathy's car disappeared, I took my cell phone out of my pocket and called a cab.
I never asked Marcus if I could stay with him. I didn't even know who the fuck the house belonged to; I was now standing in front of. I planned on staying in my parent's house... in my own house... alone.
But my mind made it out to be easier than it actually was. As soon as the cab pulled up in front of my parent's house, I got goose bumps. Not only did I get goose bumps, but in fact I got sick to my stomach.
But it was my idea. I wanted it that way, now I had to pull through it. So, I took my bags and took out the key I hadn't used in years. I opened the big gate and locked it up behind me. Then I walked up the long driveway. As I came closer to the main entrance, the memories of my parents came closer as well. I looked around the garden. And then I put the key into the lock. It was already dark out, when I got to the house, so I switched on the lights as I stepped into the house.
