The House Down The Street

Grandma

*Long-ish chapter*

As I woke up I realized I fell asleep in Vincent's arms. I slowly got up trying not to wake him. I then stretched and got up to take my medication.

"Haze?" Vincent mumbles in his morning voice. I almost choked on my pills by the sound of his voice as my legs fell weak.

I tell him I'm about to take a shower. He then asks for the time and I tell him its 6:15am. He then quickly got up in a rush and told me he has to go get ready for classes. I said bye and then he sprinted out the door.

As I finish showering I decide to head to the kitchen to see what I have left in my fridge. I then noticed a huge pizza box on my table with a note. I read it out loud "Left some for you and Vinnie <3" I then smile and giggled at her sillyness.

I then placed the two slices she left me in the microwave. After 2 minutes I took it out and sat down to eat it. I then started thinking about my grandmothers incident.

I was seven years old. I was at my grandmother's house when my grandfather came in the room yelling at my grandmother.

"Joseline don't go! Joseline honey you don't know what goes on in that house!"

"But Bill I feel a connection to that house--"

"You feel a connection to a grey house in the woods Joseline!?"

"But--"

"Joseline please!" he grabbed her arm.

"No Bill!"

"Those are the type of houses you see in horror movies Joseline! Honey I don't think this is the wisest decision-"

"BUT I DO!"

"Our granddaughter is right there Joseline just listen to me. Do not go in that house. As a matter of fact don't even go near that house. Don't even look at it!"

"But it's calling my name Bill... It's literally calling my name!"

"That's all the more reason to stay away from it"

"Okay..."

My grandmother didn't listen though. A couple days later they had another fight about the house. But this time it was violent and loud.

Windows were broken, wires were pulled and knives were on the floor. They didn't actually intend hurt each other. My grandmother just grabbed the knives out of anger.

I was there. My mother was also there. I was only seven. My mother was 23. We were both huddling up in the corner of the house on the floor just watching. My mother tried to get me out the house away from the fight. But it was too dangerous.

My grandmother was carelessly swinging her knife around and shouting without a care in the world.

My grandfather flipped a table for Christs sake. Things were thrown and neighbors were crowding outside our house. Not just neighbors. But people from other neighborhoods were also outside our house.

My father and elder sister pulled up from my sister's dance practice. The police showed up as well. However my grandmother left and most likely went straight into the house.

We never saw her again.

A couple days later the police found my grandfather dead outside his house. He committed suicide from the loss of my grandmother.

After that I balled my eyes out every single day until I was 10. That's when I realized the world was a cruel place.

I was young, naive, just like my grandmother. I was angry at the world.
I started slacking off in school and took counseling. Nothing helped.