Aunties needs:
Mikhail's aunt was laying on her bed, her room filled with clean, unfolded, laundry on one side, and the other filled with unwashed clothes.
She's been putting off on doing the laundry since she's stressed about work. She isn't used to the silence in the house, she isnt used to how dirty it is.
It's always clean. Her clothes are usually folded and hung by now, her dirty clothing is usually already washed and dried. The hall way was always dusted and by this time, she still wouldn't be at home.
'Mikhail always did my laundry... I wonder why he did it with out me telling him..'
She thought. She always wondered why he always cleaned. Was it because he liked it? Or was it because he had nothing else to do? Maybe it was because he could?
A normal teen would complain about cleaning wouldn't they? Right?
Her thoughts were put on pause when her phone rang.
It was her alarm. "Go eat," those bold letters disgusted her the second it appeared. She didn't have to money right now to make something, nor did she have the energy to get up and make something.
She sighed.
She needs a vacation.
She needs to see her nephew.
The next day, she skipped out on two meals and ate in the evening. Just some Ramen and and a cold can of soda from the convenience store two blocks down.
Her nephew would have prepared her and himself something to eat. The kitchen just seemed too empty, and the sofa she's sitting on right now just seemed so sad.
The walls of the house that glowed even at night time seem so dull now.
It was always clean. Always broomed, always mopped, always taken care off.
When she walked outside, there was a sign of decay on the plant her nephew took care off. She loved looking at those plant when she was stressed.
'He would be so disappointed when he comes back and sees this mess...'
Auntie got up from the couch, taking the empty can of soda and now empty container of Ramen to throw away. Going towards the kitchen, she gets two large cups that she had from the start of her moving ti this house.
It reminded her of how happy she was, holding her nephews hand as she opened the door.
She smiled for the first time in a few weeks as she opened the door to the back yard and watered the plants her nephew loved.
As she finished folding the last batch of clean clothes, she walked towards her closet and started putting away her clothes. She felt accomplished and proud.
She felt clean for once, and it wasn't because someone else did the work for her. This day off of work really got her motivated and ready to conquer.
She finishes putting the last of the clothes up. The bed is done, the ground was broomed from any impurities, she watered the plants today, and dusted each corner she could fund.
She felt,,, alive and happy. This reminded her of her nephew.
She smiled again. Getting out of her room and walking towards her nephew's room.
As she enters his rooms, she sees just how bland it is. He has white bedding, navy blue pillows and covers, a dusty bedside table, an even dustier desk, a white dresser and black rug.
Everything was organized, other than box that was under his desk, but that's always been there since he started high-school. She didn't want to snoop, but she wanted to at least make it slightly more presentable.
She didn't know when they were going to come back.
It could be today. It could be tomorrow. It could be in a moth, or even a year.
Even so, she wanted to be ready.
She knew she wanted to be ready, but she wasn't ready for what she saw.
She knew he was too silent. She knew something was happening, but it took so long for her to find out that he'd been able to do this?
How long? Since when? Why? What? How could he?
So many questions ran through her head and she walked away from her nephew's room. She couldn't understand.
He seemed so relaxed, so undisturbed. But it just seemed that now, everything he's been showing and doing is just wrong.
How many times does he do it? Does he do it with people? Does he do it at home?
No. He doesn't do it at home. Both him and the house would clearly smell and she would now the smell. It's even the same brand. He also doesn't really leave the house after school so he wouldn't do it with other people.
Those razors are also quite worrying. At least none seem to be used.
Though, she didn't notice the one right under her nose, rusting with red speckles of her loved ones cells.
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