End of a normal life

Prologue.

Aiden POV.

Today was supposed to be a normal day.

Wake up, greet your family, have breakfast, head to school, suffer through classes, have fun with friends... well I don't have friends but that's besides the point, walk back home while enjoying the beautiful landscape dyed orange by the beautiful setting sun, get back home, do whatever and sleep.

That was how I expected today to go, yet when I entered my room I felt a chill go down my spine.

Something had changed.

Something was different from my usual day.

Something was wrong.

I closed my door and with a click, I had locked it. Setting my bag on the ground, I stood still, moving my head in order to scan my room perfectly.

Closet was closed, as I left it.

Bed arranged, as I left it.

Console and controllers arranged, as I left i—

No, there was something wrong.

I took slow but loud steps, the wood under my socked feet creaked with every step. As I reached my console, I looked at my red and black controller which were placed one before the other vertically, usually this would look normal but I always played with my red controller. By that I meant that my red controller was always below my black one. As a right handed person, anytime I tried to do something important my right hand would move first as it was the one I used the most, meaning that each time I wanted to play, I'd make it easier for my right hand to reach the red controller by having it below the black one. This in turn would make it easier to reach and press the buttons on my console to either turn it on or eject a disc whilst having the controller in my hand.

And yet for some reason my black controller was below my red one.

My eyebrow twitched, the bad feeling that welled up in me as I entered my room intensified.

But that was not the only problem.

I took a deep breath, my room, it smelt weird.

The sound of wind blowing entered my ears, leading to another thing that irked me. My window was open.

I never leave my window open, but there were times that my mother would clean my room for some reason and leave the window open. I spoke to her several times about it and she had just recently stopped doing that.

Could she have forgotten?

No, my mother was by no means forgetful and there was also the weird stench.

My analytical mind worked, putting bits and bits together into a big incomplete piece.

My room had a weird stench and the window was open, the only explanation would be that my room smelled and for the smell to dissipate, my window had to be left open.

But when I left, my room wasn't smelling, and whatever products mom uses to clean have never made my room smell weird.

Did she change cleaning products?

I doubt that.

I took a deep breath, something was wrong, and I didn't want to find out.

But whether I wanted to or not, I would.

Alright done with the prologue, please as I said in the description, feel free to criticize anything and please give me tips on how to perhaps make the story better, thank you.