𝕮𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖘 𝕴𝖓 𝕸𝖞 𝕮𝖊𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 | Matt Sturniolo Fanfiction

abandoned

I walked on the porch and examined it before I went inside.

There was a Christian cross on the door, and also a little chair to the left side of the door, with a floral printed pillow, slightly dirty.

And in the window was a white fan, and another cross.

Yes, my parents and grandparents are hard-core Christians. But, I'm not, I'm atheist.

So they kicked me out, and I ran away with my best friend, Jack, and we became roommates for 3 years until he got in a car crash coming home from work, and died because when he hit the 18 wheeler, he flew under the wheels and his head got crushed.

That was one of the moments I actually wished I would've died instead of him.

I took a deep breath and reached out to the doorknob, and opened the door.

This is it.

"Hello? Mom? Dad?" I said outloud, the sound of my voice echoing throughout the house.

Nothing. Hmm. They might not be home.

I walked around, memories flushing through my mind over and over. The white painted stairs, me and I used to box surf down when we were kids.

And the Jesus painting in the hallway, I once drew on when I was little and made Jesus have a cartoon mustache.

I paced around upstairs and saw every room except my parents' room was super empty. No bright colors like we used to have. My older brother's room was all gray and dusty.

His chair was still here, though. I remember me going into his room and messing with him while he was studying and him chasing me down and tickling me. I miss him so much.

I finally last but not least walled into my room.

Everything was covered in sheets, except for my bed and my desk. I instantly pulled off the sheets and threw them to the corner of the room, and opened up my roll top desk. I remember me having a secret diary that was super tiny in it.

There were spiderwebs everywhere inside it, and all my old homework was in there. Including some drawings I made a long time ago.

"January 5th, 2020" I read aloud, reading the date on the corner of one of my drawings.

It was my old crush, JJ. The drawing was made when I was 14.

He was cute, but he was a skater boy. That year on homecoming, I asked him if he'll be my homecoming date, and he said no, and went for some skater girl, than me, a book nerd.

So I wasn't too sad, I don't think. I mean, I only thought he was cute, not anything else.

But now I only look for what is inside. As cheesy as it sounds, personality is key. Like Matt...oh, I miss him so much.

I whipped out my phone from my back pocket and saw I didn't have service.

Fuck. Now what.

Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from downstairs, and it must be Mom.

I rapidly ran downstairs with a big smile on my face, "Mom! Mom, are you there? I'm home!" I yelled.

My smile turned upside down as I saw a pot on the floor, with a dead plant in it, knocked over.

And a black cat on the doorstep, staring at me.

Black cats, I think, mean bad luck, so I shooed it away.

He must have come through the doggy door.

I shook my head and walked in the living room, and the wallpaper was peeling off the walls, and the corners were thriving with mold.

Ivy plants were growing through the window cracks, and the paint was peeling off the windowpane. It looked like the scene from a horror movie.

Have they really abandoned me? Why?....