HOME (Unfinished)

TIME TO MOVE ON

My dad came back three weeks later, and all he did was apologizing to me. He didn't tell me where he had been or what he had been doing, he just told me we would solve everything out and be okay.

We didn't though.

 A year later I could still not unlock my front door and not feel my throat tighten. I could still see her lying there when I got home from school. Hen eyes wide open. The pale skin that matched her white blouse. 

I could still hear my scream as I ran over to her and hoped to get her to talk to me. I couldn't, though. She was dead. Forever.

I was so ready for this. The amount of days I had been looking forward to this was ridiculous. I had even packed all the stuff in the house when I had the time and my dad didn't, because I wanted this place to be out of my memory. It reminded me so much about my dead mother. 

We had to get away, my dad, my little brother and I decided.

I didn't care whether I'd lose all my friends. They cried like babies when I came to say goodbye. I couldn't stand them. They had each other, I had no one, and they were the sad ones? 

All those people I'd brought together by us all hanging out, was now best friends, without me. Alright. Cool.

I still had James, my all time best friend. He was all I ever needed.

We left Perth to seek a new beginning. We needed a new place, new surroundings, new memoires to be made. Or, at least my dad and I. James, my 11 year old brother did pretty much exactly the same things I did. 

He looked up to me so much, and he had told me he wished I was his mother. That both broke my heart, and flattered me at the same time.

I had told him I wasn't and would never be his mother, but I'd love to be his best friend and big sister. I did everything I could to assure him we would be okay, and to keep his dreams up. 

He only listened to me when it came to that. Dad told him what to do and not do, I was his little motivator.

Dad and I had found this perfect little house in a great neighbourhood in Sydney. The house was old, but was totally renovated inside out. All dad and I had to do was to get all the furniture. We had sold our old ones. 

Everything that reminded us of Perth was something we were happy to leave behind. This had cost my dad a fortune, but he spent all his money on it. All the saved ups he had got, the part he had got from everything he had sold in our house, and the rest of the money from the car he had sold.

I have to say too, my dad is a very clever man. The best lawyer in Perth. He earns a fortune every month, which he always gives me and James for when we are older.

The moving in went good. We got the few stuff we carried with us, with us, and left for a plane. We brought a hell of a lot of stuff, mostly clothes, but if anyone looked at us, they would never believe that was all we had left. 

A good friend of dad's had also agreed to help us by driving a car filled with our stuff. Everything from mine and James' room was in there. He drove all the way from Perth to Sydney, and left once we'd got the things out of his car. He was such a weird person, but we were grateful for what he'd done.