her;
my eyes fluttered open, confused as to what is going on.
one second I was fucking Luke, the next I was in our Toyota Sequoia, driving towards our new home.
I slowly realized that it was a dream, and that never happened between Luke and I. in fact, I had broken up with him yesterday. it wouldn't have worked between us if I was three hours away from him. long distance never lasts unless the individuals are in love.
we weren't in love.
we never were, of course we loved each other but we never really were in love.
I'm okay with that, I'm used to being alone. its not that big of a deal.
in fact being alone is nice, but deadly. when people are left alone with their thoughts there is no telling what could happen.
my mind wanders frequently, like right now. I wish I could stop it but there are so many unanswered questions. plus there's nothing else to do in a car on a cloudy day. I'll get a headache no matter what I do, then I'll purposely take two Tylenol's just because they make me sleep longer. regardless of what the instructions on the bottle say, one just makes the ache go away. two make me sleep for an extra three hours.
I wonder when I'll have the courage to take the whole bottle.
probably never.
just because of my family.
I care too much, but one day I hope I'll forget about other people and do what I want and what is best for me.
I have the right as a human.
I blankly stare at the trees going by, trying to keep my eyes straight but they always followed one of the trees zooming past. it kept me entertained, besides the music anyways.
I hate traveling in cars, especially when the weather is shitty. it always makes me carsick.
"before you ask kids, we're less than ten minutes away," my dad stated, obviously reading my mind.
my 15 year old brother sat on the other side of the back seat, with his headphones on, completely out of it. but I doubt he would've cared anyway.
dad continued to converse with my mother about the motel, talking about getting a pool or something. something I didn't give a fuck about. I wish my family were interesting.
the minutes passed by, until the car slowed down and turned into a gravel parking lot. I looked up from my phone and glanced around, giving myself a bigger headache.
the motel was plain, boring, and it looked haunted in a way. it gave me the creeps, but when I saw the house on the hill overlooking it, I almost pissed my pants. it legit looked like a haunted house, the way it looked empty and dark. I already feel like I'm in a horror movie.
well, more than usual.
the car came to a halt at the bottom of the stairs that were leading up to the haunted house.
slowly moving my joints, I opened the door and stepped out onto the crushed rocks. I cracked my neck, letting the blood flow back to my brain. everything always fell asleep in the car, so I felt like a walking pincushion. while the rest of my dandy family took their time getting out of the vehicle, I ambled over the motel office. wanting to get a closer look at the 'business' I would be forced to help with.
peeking through the blinded window, I saw a desk and a back room, both full of dust, hopefully no mice. assuming that the door was locked I gave up, faster than I usually would have and walked back to the car.
my parents were looking around like a tourist couple, my brother was leaning against the car, looking as dumbfounded as me.
"it's bad right?" I simply said.
he looked at me, "it's fucking bad."
turning around to mum and dad, he glanced back at me and pointed his index finger towards them.
"they look hella starstruck Tells, and I have no freaking clue why the hell we moved to this haunted shithole." he shook his head.
I scrunched up my nose, "you think its haunted too?"
he nodded, wide eyed. "I mean look at this place, it's a damn horror story."
chuckling he added, "we could be in a stupid movie right now."
a laugh escaped my throat, we could be, but we couldn't be, that's too cliché. it's not that I don't like cliché, but that's just too cliché.
"we aren't." I quietly replied, sighing.
some days I wish I was, because everything in movies always turns out good in the end. how unrealistic.
growing impatient, I went over and opened the trunk, grabbing my suitcase and backpack. I didn't care for furniture and shit, plus the house apparently comes with all that.
"I'm going to check out the house," I told my parents as I walked past. they were smiling, and probably didn't even know I spoke to them. how is it possible to be in your own little dreamworld, damn parents show me your ways, because I live in reality. and reality sucks.
I dragged my bags up the cement stairs, leading to the house. craning my neck, I tried to get a full view of the house. balcony, old siding, rotting wood, a roof that needed replacing. as I looked in one of the upstairs windows, I saw a boy.
a chill ran down my spine and I almost shit a brick, right there on the steps. he had red hair, a black long sleeve shirt on, and from here he looked extremely attractive. I couldn't see the rest of him, but what the fuck, do we have roommates?
surprisingly I'm calm, but my inside was on fire. who the hell is he? why is he in our house? I let my head fall towards the ground, wondering what the hell was going on. but when I tipped it back up, he was gone.
is he dangerous?
my feet continued up the steps, just like nothing happened. I felt weird, but ignored it because when do I not feel weird. maybe I'm finally going insane, maybe they'll send me to an asylum.
I stepped up onto the old porch, setting my bags down to search for the key. I bent down to look under the door mat, it seems like a legit place to hide a key, I mean it's in millions of movies. is everything in a damn movie?
sure enough, there was an old key sitting under the dirty mat. grabbing it I stood up, fitting it into the keyhole. it took a moment to unjam the huge door, I guess it hasn't been opened for a while, then how'd the guy get in?
God only knows.
*****
yes before you ask, this is a LITTLE based on Bates Motel, seeing as it is my favorite show. but it won't be the story line, its just the motel and house, probably town too.
++ ou, look who's showed up *smirks*
and guess what, it fucking snowed here, APRIL THE 28 AND IT'S SNOWING!!!1!!1 WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK
28/04/15
