My Angel (COMPLETE)

Chapter 17- The half bad, half good morning

Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams

Bold- author talking

Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character

Normal- normal story

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I'm in an old foreign house that I haven't seen in 11 years.

I walk up all the unstable shaking stairs to the little deck in front of the front door. The steps aren't even attached and I use the railing to get up.

I get on the deck and it's very stable so I open the screen door and the normal one. The front room looks the same.

Everything looks exactly how it did when we moved in when I was 6. The open square room with light shining through the giant windows. The hallway and kitchen are bare.

The stairs are on the opposite side of the hallway this time. I walk up the stairs on all 4's and stay low once I reach the top.

My parents' room is empty and so is me and my sister's. I appear back downstairs and my parents are talking about moving back in.

I get so excited I start crying. I watch them bring stuff in while watching Aaleyah in her crib.

I get memories of playing with my friends up and down the neighborhood and in each other's yards.

I watch my parents move things around before it all transforms the first way we had everything set up.

Everything starts morphing and looks disoriented. Suddenly I'm on the stairs to the back porch and there's so many.

I'm then mine exploring the attic that came out of nowhere with 3 men I've never seen before. I can understand them but I don't know what they're saying.

Suddenly everything collapses and I'm back on the front deck with the stairs gone.

I open the door again and slide back in the front room. The ceiling fan is on with the lights making a nightly feel. It's also night now.

My parents are talking in the middle of the room. I feel at home once again.

I turn over trying to stay asleep and finish this recurring dream.

Now I'm in my grandma's bed and I can see the sunrise coming down the stairs through her bedroom door.

I snuggle closer to her and wrap her blankets around me some more while looking at the beautiful light in the quiet house.

I don't want to lose this again.

Every time I open my eyes I see a dark room so I keep them closed to look at the beautiful light. It feels like there's a weight on my eyelids, keeping them closed and not letting me stay in the dream.

I look around my grandma's nostalgic room. I listen to the noises of the house and my grandma's snoring.

The two houses that raised me keep flashing between images of a dark giant room.

After a minute all I can see is the dark room.

Once I realize that I'm not in my childhood home or my grandma's sleepover this impending sadness and inner pain to go back appears.

I look past whatever giant soft thing I'm holding and at the wall. I'm laying on my right arm too.

We had finally moved back. After 11 fucking years of living in buildings I was back to my real home.