Finding Aria (Wᴀᴛᴛʏ Aᴡᴀʀᴅs 2013)

43-♪-The Lonely *

♪-Chapter-43

Broken pieces of

A barely breathing story

Where there once was love

Now there's only me and the lonely.

 

I'm a ghost of a girl that I want to be most.

I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well.

~*~

 

            I take a deep breath, hesitating at my own front door, my hands clenched.

            I could do this…I had to do this.

            With the papers clenched in my fingers, I step forward, rapping loudly on the wooden door.

            There was no response, which was odd because Sundays were the days my mother usually stayed home.

            Just as I turned on my heel, ready to turn around and go back to Teegan, the front door swings open.

            Looking at Carmina standing in the doorway, I’m pretty sure my expression mirrored her surprised look.

            “Whose at the door Carmina?” my mother calls from the kitchen.

            Carmina just gapes at me and I do nothing better.

            Not even waiting for her to say anything, I side step her, stepping into the house.    

            I walk down the hall, the familiar setting awakening the moments of my childhood. I feel nothing as I walk past the age-old lamp given by my great grandmother, the play room equipped with a flat screen T.V-Nothing rang an inkling of emotion within me.

            I didn’t feel any comfort, nostalgia or anything that I would want to hold onto from all my past memories in this house.

            The idea of home was supposed to awaken nostalgia and longing but I felt nothing. This wasn’t my home.

            It was simply a place that I was confined to live in.

            Taking a shaky breath, I can hear the kitchen fan whirring, the smell of food wafting in the air.

            “Carmina-“ my mother begins, drying her hands on a towel as she walks out of the kitchen.

            When my mother looks up, she freezes.

            Her face pales and I’m pretty sure it’s because I look like the true definition of ‘roughed up’. I was bone weary and exhausted having to stay at the hospital but there was no way I was going home without Teegan.

            “…Aria?” my mother says hesitant, stepping forward hesitantly as if she thought I was a play of her mind.

            not even bothering with a response, a lump in my throat, I lift my hand, the papers in them.

            my mother flinches and I briefly wonder if she thought I was going to hit her.

            I was still angry, of course I was, but after everything with Teegan, there was something in me that became stronger.