Chapter 2

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"Honey! Are you ready to go?" My mum calls to me from downstairs.
Today is the day that we are finally moving after the accident. It has only been 2 months, but they have been the most torturous 2 months of my entire life. Everything has been so different without my dad, he was such a joker. He would always do a funny dance any time or anywhere, and it would be the funniest thing ever. He would always call or text me and my mum to make sure we were okay, he was always super protective.

Especially in the thought or presence of him.

As I pick up the last box that is lying at my feet, I look back into my room. I take a deep breath as all the memories flood my brain.

This was the room my dad would tuck me into bed every night as a kid, the room I cried all my sorrows away, the room I spent most of my hiding in. I felt safe here, not vulnerable. And I am about to walk away from it. All of it. Start new, fresh. My mum always thinks so positively; she believes that this is a good opportunity to become a new me; to be more social, make friends, and she especially can't wait for that one 'special boy' to come along.
Sheesh.
I take one last breath before slowly starting to shut the door to all the memories.
"Goodbye" I say before completely closing the door.
As I make my way down the stairs, I let a tear drop down my cheek.
"Are you ready, honey?" My mum asks in a calming voice as she greets me at the bottom. I nod my head in agreement as she opens the front door for the both of us.

Here we go.

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