Greedy | H.JS |

| Prologue |

It was like nothing had changed.

The same gloomy scenery that unfolded the town sat unmoved. If anything, aged.

More dips in the road, the houses that were once bright are now dull.

But, I was unsure I would contribute that to the world turning each year, or my now aged mind.

Although we were back in the town of my youth, my childhood house was far out of reach. The two stories of my youth were now nothing less than a squatter house.

Instead, the simple rustic house that once fit in with the rest of this town was now my sanctuary.

The house was my grandparent's, the house's design once fitting in with the then rural area. Now, this town could be categorized as a suburban area more than anything.

The high school was only a few blocks away, its bright mascot colors a striking contrast against the dead grass that laid around it.

Pulling into the driveway, a blue sedan parked right in front, waiting for us.

It was my mother's friend, who had jumped at the opportunity to help us move. We didn't bring much, as we'd still be going back to our old property. And also consider the fact that along with the house, my grandparents also left us all their tacky furniture.

Settling my headphones around my neck, stacking two of the small boxes beside me into my arm as I slide out of the car.

"Han!"

My mother's friend raced to me, immediately taking a box out of my stack to see my face.

"You've grown so much, baby boy!"

Cringing at the once familiar name of endurance, "Yeah, Hey."

Side stepping into the curb as I make my way to the Oak wood front door.

Awkwardly reaching my hand under the boxes in my hand only to be met with a locked door. An instant sigh of defeat breaths between my lips as I turn to look for my father.

Making his way around the two women catching up with a bundle of keys in his hand, jiggling with every step.

"Women" my father scoffs as he twists the lock and pushes the open with his foot.

Stepping into the house, my senses are overrun as the scent of dust and nostalgia wafts around me.

Feeling no desire to walk around, immediately turn up the stairs to the room that was deemed mine since birth.

The sheets were littered with images of Spider-Man with a thin layer of dust and a stench of decay. Nothing a wash couldn't fix.

Tossing each piece of bedding into the conveniently placed red and blue hamper that matches the rest of the room.

Collapsing on the bare bed, staring up at the ceiling that stared back down at me with its strange disproportionate dollops.

Running my hands down my face, my phone vibrating in my pocket; signaling its loss of charge.

Rummaging through one of the two boxes I brought for a charger.

Plugging it in right beside the huge roll top desk my grandfather had brought in here when I wanted an office like my father's.

Eyes scattering across the open space of the desk, landing on a photo.

A young boy and girl at the lake, each with a bucket of sand in their hands and hair drenched.

Oh.

♡♤~ Greedy, a despairat6oclock fanfiction ~ ♢♧