Stairway to Heaven

Never alone

When the family got up I knew something was wrong. Ana was irritable and over-emotional and Tom was oblivious, the poor guy. He couldn't understand why she was so upset and in the end, he left for work early looking frustrated. I could already predict how his day was going to go. 

Shortly after Tom left, Ana took Dezarea to the store and I was left alone with the thing in the basement. I wandered upstairs with no intention of really walking anywhere and somehow found myself in my old room. Ana and Tom had made it into the perfect nursery. The walls were the same color yellow that they had been when it was mine but they had painted little swirls and curly cues in grey and black which made it look more elegant. The bassinet stood in the middle of the room with a homemade mobile of white butterflies hanging over it. I ran my hand across the rocking chair in the corner and remembered how my guitar used to sit on a stand where the rocking chair now sat. How could everything have gone so wrong so fast? 

Look at it this way, I reminded myself, At least you got to haunt your old house. You could've been haunting a trash can or something. I sighed and wondered if haunting someplace else might have been easier. At least I wouldn't have to see my house owned by someone new, watch somebody else growing up in my room, hear someone else's dad come home from work, know someone else was sleeping in my parent's room and remember that I'd never see them again. Tears welled up in my eyes. I was alone here. Completely and utterly alone. 

The basement door rattled. Well, not entirely alone.