~Chapter Eight~

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~Alyssa's POV~

I pull my phone out of my pockets and grab my keys that are attached to my phone case. I open the door and see my living room in its natural state when I left the house before that afternoon where everything went wrong.

I immediately realize something. "There is fruit on the kitchen counter and food in the fridge. Probably all rotten."

I wheel myself to the kitchen and Cry is following me from behind looking around admiring the rooms like some piece of art in a museum. I look at the fruit basket and see it filled with putrid smelly mold. I gag at the ugly fruity crime scene and dump it in the garbage along with the basket that is contaminated.

Cry opens the fridge and surrounds him the smell of rotten vegetables and other unknown moldy substances.

"Eww!" Cry exclaims. He decides to first put the containers filled with mold to the garbage and then unhooks the bins of mold and dump them in the garbage. Immediately after he washes both veggie bins and I continue to wheel over to the stairs. I size the stairs and I feel filled with determination to climb the stairs.

I try and slowly get up and painfully sit on the stairs and with my hands I bring them up to the next set of stairs. I lift myself up and my legs prick with pain. Cry sees me and leaves everything where it is and tries to help me. I whack him of hearing an "Ow!" from him and continue my way upstairs. After what seemed forever and very painful experience I manage to go up the stairs and drag my legs into my room.

There it was. As clean as can be and the bed looks still fluffy since no one slept in it. Cry knocked on the door and brought me my wheelchair. I mutter a thanks as he helps me get back into the wheelchair. I wheel over to the desk and start piling up my computer and some essentials from my bathroom. I get a duffel bag and stuff some clothes along with the essentials I packed on the desk. I continue to the stairs and make my bag tumble slowly down the stairs. Luckily, I put my electronics in the middle of the bag so its protected. I slowly sit to the ground and go down the stairs like when I was a child. One step at a time sliding down the stairs.

~A/N~

IM SO SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER I WAS SO OCCUPIED AND I GOT SCARED THAT IT WASNT INTERESTING BUT I SAW 300+READS AND I WAS LIKE DAMN BETTER FINISH THIS DRAFT

Im also sorry that its so short XD

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 10, 2016 ⏰

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