Just a Myth

Emptiness

Chapter 3

The first night in the house wasn't bad, my mother ordered take out, but there was a horrendous smell traveling around the house, I couldn't handle it. It would be in my bedroom one moment, and out the next. My morning wasn't all jolly either, my mother seemed off as well. "Honey... That's not coffee." My father said, taking the mug away from my mother's fragile hands. My mother's face had gone paler than usual. "Ma, you sick?" I asked worriedly, sipping on my organize juice. It was disgusting, nothing like the orange juice I was used to. I hate America. I sighed heavily, "might be just a lousy cold. Sweetheart I could've sworn you turned the heater on last night..." My mother gave my father a skeptical look. He returned the look, "but oh I did. And come on girls, new house, flush the toilets." I couldn't help but smile, my smile soon faded however. "You smelled it too, huh?" My father's gaze met mine. "What do you mean?" I shook my head, "never mind" I murmured, my father shot me a puzzled look, but brushed it off quickly. I shoved the rest of the pancakes down my throat, washing it down with cool orange juice, that tasted like pure ass. Lousy America. "I'm running a tad late girls. Goodbye! Love ya!" My father smooched my mother and gave me a light pat on the head, running out. My mother looked at me, "you start school Monday, which is in three days young lady." I groaned. "Mom, new country, more freedom. No school, pretty please." Her laughter, made me comfortable again, though it was small, it was still welcoming. "Pick a task, cleaning up outside, or inside." Um duh! "Outside!!" I shouted, her small laugh warmed my heart as she agreed.

Around 6:30 p.m. My mother called me down. "Yeah?" I yelled halfway down the stairs. "Babe, can you set the table for me?" My mother's voice yelled from the kitchen. "Okays." I turned to go to the kitchen, but I froze in place. The unpacked boxes that read 'dishes&kitchen things' I gulped. Footsteps thudded down the wooden creaky stairs, my heart beat at abnormal speed. Sweat beats were quickly running down the side of my forehead. The air got thicker, making it harder for me to breath, and the smell, it had returned. Confusion struck me hard, knocking the wind out my lungs, what was happening!? I gasped for air, then froze again. "Honey who were speaking to just now?" My mother asked, putting her hair in a pony. There was a bulge down my throat. My face had lost color and my mother noticed. "You ok...?" She asked worriedly. I couldn't speak, I was in shock. "Honey, sp-" the front door swung open, my father walked in. I snapped out my trance, staring into the kitchen. Emptiness. How could it be... I heard her voice.