Stella was shipped off to a boarding school for troubled kids after her foster parents died. For the next seven years, that is where she's been, but she's back, and things are not the same as they were before.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Another school day had come to an end, and I was finally back in the comfort of my own space. One thing I immediately noticed was the absence of Dimitri's usual presence. Not that I was mad about it; his constant teasing and banter often left me both exasperated and intrigued.
I made my way up the stairs, my curiosity piqued by the possibility of some quiet time in the house. As I reached the top of the staircase,. As I walked in the direction of my room, I looked to my right, seeing the door that led to Dimitri's room.
His bedroom door was closed, but something about it seemed inviting, as if it held a secret waiting to be uncovered. The temptation to check on Dimitri's room nags at me.
I walked over to it, and I reached out, turning the nob, and gently pushed the door open, revealing a sliver of his room beyond. At first, I thought maybe he was sleeping or on the phone, but as the door inched open, it was clear that Dimitri was nowhere to be seen.
For a moment, I hesitated. The door was open just enough to grant me a partial view of his space, and a surge of curiosity compelled me to step inside. As I fully entered the room,. I had only caught glimpses of his room before, and the last time I was here, I had been too preoccupied to truly take in my surroundings.
Dimitri's room was an unexpected revelation. It was a reflection of him—clean, calculated, and organized to a fault. Every item had its place, and the meticulous arrangement seemed to mirror his personality in a way I hadn't noticed before. The desk by the window held an assortment of neatly stacked books, the titles ranging from advanced physics to classic literature. A laptop sat at the center.
Before I left, I remembered Dimitri's room almost being a mess. With posters all over the wall, a gaming setup, and clothes on the floor, he wasn't a slob; he was just a normal teenage boy. I didn't know it at the time, but his room had so much personality that, looking at his room now, it was like all personality was stripped away. There were no pictures on the walls or on his side tables, signalling that he had a family outside of this room, but I had a to look through one of his drawers on his side table.
All I could see were documents and papers that he must have been working on before going to bed, but then under them, the corner of a picture caught my eye. I pulled it out seeing a picture of Melissa and Tyler. I looked at their faces, almost not recognising them after so long of not seeing even a photo of them. The only thing that I could truly remember about their faces was how they looked when they died.
I felt a sharp pain in my hand and quickly thought of something else, knowing if I kept going on like this I would have another episode. I realise that in the picture, Dimitri, Oliver, and Jackson were in it. In the picture, they looked quite young before me, and Scott came in.
I wondered to myself why he kept this picture; specifically, there was no Scott in the picture. I know Dimitri doesn't like me, but I do know that Dimitri does care about Scott, so I was a bit confused. I tucked the picture back where it was before sliding the drawer closed and leaving the room, feeling odd being there.
