I can make you feel better

~001~

Azaria's pov

Not once have I felt like quitting the music industry as much as I want to. It's not like a crime to quit, right? As much as I feel like quitting, I can't. Right now, my albums are going viral on all platforms. I just wanted a break, or should I i say need a break? It is October 4th at 02:30 am, I am on a flight to Minnesota right now, on my way to visit my parents, I know it's not the best thing to know the place I'm going back to is where all my trauma started.

But it's best to visit the people who brought me to earth.

Eventually, the flight landed at Minnesota's airport, I grabbed my things aka my food, snacks, and luggage, and made my way out of the airplane, I put my headset on and listened to some calm smoothen music to calm my nerves down a little bit. I do not know the reason why I'm so nervous to see my parents again, the last time I was there things didn't go so well for me or my parents, the arguing, the bullshit they always tend to put on me aka blaming me for almost all the shitty arguments. It was just too much for me to handle, so that was when I moved out and got where I am today.

It's 05:10, I am now in an Uber on my way to my parents' house. As soon as I saw the light blue house, with fresh flowers and a cute little mailbox I smiled to myself a bit, hoping things had changed since I left, while looking at my parent's house I saw s big cream-shaded house next door, clean grass in the front and a beautiful tree, with apples in, I think. I pay the Uber driver and get out with my luggage.

As I walked to the front door all the bad and good memories came flooding back, me running away, playing outside with kids I didn't know, and most importantly sharing the sweet moments with my mother, gosh my father was the problem in the relationship. I opened the front door and stepped inside the house was clean, and smelled fresh, new furniture and all, it felt like home, the place that I longed to be in but hated the most, no one was awake so I didn't bother, I knew my mother promised me that she won't change a thing in my room, and believe it or not she stuck to that,  I walk into my room my one direction posters are still up, my barbie dolls are still in my old toy box, my mic and speaker still in the corner, gosh it felt amazing to be back, my room was clean, new bed and new sheets but still same color scheme.

I set my stuff aside and got into bed, I immediately fell asleep, and with being here I felt safe, hopefully, it stays like this.

A/N~ This is the first chapter, hope you enjoyed it and please excuse my spelling errors.
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