Emptiness

Chapter 3: Trying To Move On

I opened my writing journal and started to write expressing my pain while in a taxi which was driving to my grandma's house. I also liked writing poems and stories, so that I could express my inner thoughts that were trapped, that couldn't be revealed to the world.

Skylar's journal:

Part of myself knew I had to start a new beginning, not just for me but people around me. I knew it would be hard but then life can't just go in a flow. Like oceans have waves some big and some small, we also do. Moments come when some waves are too big to handle and we fall but then we all settle back, balancing ourselves as much as we can.

I do agree it is harsh on us, but what I've been told is, how much you go through is how much your gaining to be a better person. If we never had such sort of bad moments you wouldn't be standing where you are, being who you are today. My big wave was losing the loved ones, but here I am still half living without any support.

I know if my love ones would be here, I would be told the same thing. Life has plenty shocks to scare peoples beliefs, like mine. I had such a perfect life before going through my shock, my big wave. Now I only have my grandma with me and I don't want to lose her, she is my only hope of life and I am hers.

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After arriving to our destination, my grandma's house, we told the taxi driver to put the luggage at the front door, we thanked him and gave the money. My grandma open the door, the house seemed all messy.

"I never left the house in this state" I gave my grandma a confused look.

Then I realized what she meant, that someone came in the house. I grabbed the extra walking stick in my hand that my grandma had left on the side in a basket.

"Wait here gran, I'll check the living room to see if it is safe."

My heart was beating fast but I knew I had to see what is going on. I entered the living room and saw everything shattered everywhere. The tables leg is broken, the sofas fabric has been ripped off and the family pictures frames are on the floor with the glass cracked, I could see one image of mum and dad before I was born. I picked the pictures up before there get more ruined. I called my grandma to come as I could see now that no one is in the living room. She rolled her wheelchair over to the living room.

She started crying looking at the state of the house, I headed in the kitchen to see if anyone was in the kitchen but it was empty and full of pieces of dishes broken everywhere. Luckily I was wearing my shoes. I went upstairs next and saw that it was clear. I went to my grandma's room and saw  the cupboard draws taken out and all her cloths were everywhere.

"Skylar is everything alright." I hear my grandma shouting from downstairs.

"It's alright but everything is messy like downstairs"

After looking at every room upstairs I went downstairs, I saw my grandma in the kitchen trying to clean up the area. I handed her walking stick so she can walk around then rolling her wheelchair. She could walk around at home but she wasn't allowed outside.

Grandma grabbed the phone and started calling the police while I looked around to see how much damage was done.

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"So you got robbed." The police officer called Bob started asking questions.

Grandma replied with a nod.

"Do you have any witness from the time the robbery was taken place."

"Yes, our neighbour Mrs Roth, she heard noises from the back garden but she couldn't see anyone." Mrs Roth was an old lady, her and grandma are best friends. She lives with her husband who was an army officer but now has retired.

"We have taken samples to find evidence who the thief could be."

Everything in the past few weeks have been awful and on top of that we have been robbed, my grandma had no money on her, my parents use to help giving money but no their aren't here we have no money on us.

"Don't worry kid, everything will be fine" Bob patted on my shoulder.

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After tiding up the house with the help of Mrs Roth I was exhausted and I still had to unpack my luggage. I didn't bring as many cloths because I couldn't stand staying at my house any longer remembering memories of my mum and dad, well now my old house. Trying to move on to a life you had few days ago isn't as easy as I thought. Trapped in wonderful memories is the worst situation and of course having a hope that everything will go back how it was.

I started to unpack my cloths to put in my new room. My bedroom is a box room, the colour of the wall is light purple. It has a desk on the right hand side of the room, with the bed against the window wall and the cupboard on the left hand side with a mirror stand on the left side of the cupboard. I remember my old room it was bigger then this room. My old bedroom wall colour was light yellow, it had a double bed in the middle against the wall, with a desk next to the window wall, and I had two cupboards opposite the bed.

I miss my old home were I was comfortable and had everything I needed. Adjusting living in here will be hard, much harder then anything right now.

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