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Chapter 1

Calum's POV:

I never really had anything against my room until five months ago. After everything that happened it almost felt like the room changed. The once happy bedroom that was full of memories turned into a dull, boring room filled with pain, so the fact that I was in Norway at my aunt's house instead of back in Sydney didn't really bother me anymore.

The room I'm staying at here is just a meaningless room that I can waste my days in, but the pain never seems to go away.The whole reason my mom sent me here was because she hoped I would get better, but I'm not even sure if that's possible for me anymore. First she made me move here against my will, and now she wants me to start seeing a therapist and s.hit like that. I understand that she wants me to get better, but I wish she would just let me figure it all out by myself.

At first I hated the idea of coming here, but once my mom tricked me into going to the airport and made a security guard watch over me I realized that it didn't matter. I wouldn't have been doing anything in Sydney, so why not do nothing here? I had no reason to stay, so I went. At least me leaving will give my mother a break. Even though I left just yesterday I bet she's already feeling better since I'm not there to upset her anymore.

A small knock on the door interrupts my thoughts and glance over to see Aunt Carol coming in. She's not that far away from me considering how small the room is. Her short, black hair is in a ponytail and she has a small smile on her face, causing small wrinkles to form around her eyes. Even though she's in her forties, she still looks pretty good to be honest.

"Are you hungry?" she asks.

"Not really..." I answer without meeting her gaze.

"Your mother told me you always say no when someone asks if you're hungry, she said I should just make you eat anyway..." she says quietly and looks at me with her almost guilty brown eyes, as if it's her fault that I don't want to eat or something. I just, I don't know, I don't deserve it, I guess...

"I'm fine, I don't need food right now," I lie. I am hungry, very hungry actually.

"Come on, I'm an amazing cook, you'll miss out on a lot if you don't eat my food!" she says with a playful smile.

"I'm not hungry," I say again, desperately trying to make her believe me.

"Okay Calum, I didn't want to do this, but you're going to come with me and eat something because you need food. You haven't eaten since you got here and that was over 24 hours ago!" she says with a visible frown on her face. I sigh heavily and stand up. Fine. I just walk past her and find my way to the kitchen. The house isn't that big, so it's not hard to find the room you're looking for. I hear her footsteps behind me, indicating that she's coming too.

Her kitchen is small too, not that it's a surprise. It's plain and boring, there's absolutely nothing special about it other than how clean it is. Now that I think about it, her entire house is weirdly clean. I guess it's not that hard to keep it clean when there is only one person living in it. Or, was.

We eat in silence before she says that she has to run some errands. I don't really pay much attention, I just nod along to her words. That's what I do most of the time when people talk to me, I just nod once in a while so that they think that I'm paying attention and that I actually care. I usually don't. She leaves after a couple of minutes and I return to my room. I quickly put on some music and lay down on the bed. 

The room is incredibly small, there's only enough room for the bed and a drawer. It's also very plain with its white walls and blue curtains, but I don't really care. I actually prefer it like this, it makes it feel more like a guest room than 'my room'. It feels less personal, and I like it like that.