Song: Home – Daughtry
I took a deep breath as shook the can. This wasn’t going to be easy. This wasn’t my usual stunt. Something was telling me not to do this, that no one would get it, but instead of taking that part of me and listening to it, instead of turning around and going back home, instead of calling Reggie, and telling him I changed my mind and chickened out of this, crawling in the bed and forgetting the stolen spray paint can.
“You ready?” Reggie was an old janitor that worked here, he hated my dad and was willing to help me with his like he said “I’m gonna die soon anyway, I might as well help you out if I get caught then I get caught,” and that sounded legit to me. I just wanted to get this done and get out of here, something this serious scared me.
“I guess,” I said, as I walked into the loby of the business building, on the very top floor was his office, the one with the window view. Reggie told me that I was going to have to take the stairs, and five flights was well, it was a lot, but if he could do it, every day then I could too. At first I took them pretty much two at a time but near the top my pace quickened. I went slower, but eventually we reached the top, breathing hard, and leaning over, I waited for Reggie to make it up and unlock his door for me.
Once that was done, carefully placed the note on his desk, and stared on my work, kicking ripping emptying drawers, the camera in the corner was off along with everything else in the building, who would want to break into an office building anyway? Documents were shredded and nothing in my life had ever felt so good. Nothing ever felt like it was worth it, but now I was destroying the office.
When I was satisfied with my work, almost an hour later when the furniture was broken and the window smashed out, I finally pulled out the bottle of spray paint and shook it again. With nervous hands, I wasn’t sure exactly how this was going to work, I didn’t actually think I would make it this far, but I sprayed it on the white wall, and I sprayed until it was almost gone. Then looked down at the shattered glass that had fallen down into the street in front of the window, and felt the cold air hit my body.
“Now or never,” I said to myself, before I jumped from the ledge.
Dad,
This isn’t home.
Nowhere is home anymore, you’re never here, mom is dead and so am I. I hope you ejoy your life without a demon free son.
~Eli
The old white haired man dropped to his knees when he read it, he now understood what the wall said.
This isn’t home.
