They're My Problems... Not Yours.

Moving In.

TW- suicidal talk/threats, cussing, yelling, and a lot of crying.

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Everything has changed, the living conditions, the people around you, and even you have changed. Nothing is ever made to stay the same although the feeling is sometimes awful when that time comes. You get torn out of thought when you hear your mom yelling for you.

You were standing in your now old room, spacing out. Starring blankly at the wall.

You go next door, the bedroom in the same hallway as yours. You walk into your brother's room, the echoes the house makes when you walk around in your platformed shoes.

You and your brother used to hate having to be right next door to each other. the only thing keeping your rooms apart was the guest bathroom in the center of the hallway. 

When you both got older you came to appreciate it. The late-night talks you two would have, the laughs and comments the two of you made at 3 in the morning. When you two would stay up playing video games all night till the crack of dawn, then when you would leave his room to go to your own, you didn't have to worry about waking your parents. your room was only a couple of feet away.

You make it into the living room, staring at the couch you were leaving behind.

The couch you spilled pasta on when you were only little. The couch you'd sit on, talking to your dad while he folded clothes. The couch everyone would squish onto during family movies, game nights, and family gatherings. The couch that's now going to the dump.

You shake away your thoughts, walking outside and seeing Ellie's car outside while she's pulling the UHAL closed, your mom putting on the lock so it stays shut. She turns around and sees you, giving you a sad smile.

"Hey sweetie," she says quietly, walking up to you, and hugging you tightly. You hug her back, trying your hardest not to burst into tears. Your mom starts the UHAL, and your brother gets in the passenger seat.

"Y/n, you're gonna drive with Ellie, okay? We will see you guys there."

"We're right behind you," Ellie shouts back before your mom drives off.

Ellie pulls out of the hug, cupping your cheeks and kissing you softly. You hum, kissing her back. Tears finally poured from your eyes, leaving the kiss to be salty. Ellie pulls back, gently wiping away your tears with the pads of her thumbs, sighing.

"Let's go, honey..."

You nod, looking at the house one last time before walking with Ellie to the car. You drive to the new house which isn't too far from your now old home... still doesn't sound right. You make it there driving on a dirt road, pulling up to the small, green, house with the big UHAL out front. You sit in the car, staring at the home before you begin tearing up, not going unnoticed by Ellie.

"Hey, hey honey-"

"This feels like some sort of sick dream," you sob out making Ellie frown.

You realize what you said and quickly shoot up, shaking your head.

"I- not us! I'm just talking about like with my dad and-"

"Hey, I know honey. I know what you mean. I know it's hard... it's gonna be, and I'll tell you this now... you may never get better emotionally, although mentally, and physically, you will soon become more accepting of it all. It just takes time baby," she says, leaning over and hugging you tightly while you bury your face in the crook of her neck, sobbing silently.

"I'll help you decorate your room. Later we can go get some decorations. Although I'm sure you don't need anymore, your room before was amazingly decorated," she says, pulling back and wiping your tears.