Bloody Roses|✔️

New begining

Beginning:

The darkness surrounds me cold and frigged as I step onto that first step into my new life.It's a scary thought just thinking about starting a new life or just getting a second chance with society.I climb up the oak steps to my new house that has a crisp old cream color to it and as I climb up the last step a scream squeaks through the wood as if to tell me to turn back. But to many people bring me down in this world so I continue into my new house. When I open the mahogany door it opens with almost no effort so I step in and take in that old dust smell.I look around and sigh at the thought of cleaning up all this mess and I step outside to breath. I turn back to the house and nod my head in satisfaction and go back to my brown rickety truck and open the back doors.I look at my old scruffy boxes and slowly take them out one by one and bring them to my front door.When I grab the last box I trip and the contents of the box fall all over.I slowly start to pick up my objects when out of the Corner of my eye I see a boy.I look up startled and intrigued as he bends down to help me, I look up at him and smile and quietly say thank you.He just smiles back at me and says my pleasure and then he sticks out his hand as if to say hello so I greet him with mine.His hands are warm and soft and it looks like he is a gardener of some sorts because he has lots of dirt caked into his nails.I look back up at his face and introduce myself as Emily,Emily Hus.He looks back at me and give a little nod almost and says my name is John.Well thank you John.I say,but I really must get going it's a total mess in that house,John smiles at me and says "okay I'll see you later EM".I freeze because nobody has called me that since the death of my parents and I just stand there still and my eyes start to water as he walks away so I grab the rest of my boxes and head into my house to organize it all.I breath a sigh of relief when I know I am alone and I know I can cry.I don't cry but slowly start to unpack to get this off my mind.I mean nobody has said that since my parents were murdered, the police never did find the person but are still on all alerts to find that very asshole.I sit there and think about how it kinda felt good to be called that again since the last time I ever heard it was about two months ago in February.I am suddenly happy when I look outside to find a beautiful garden of which I don't know how it could have thrived if this house has been abandoned for some years.My mind then darts to John and I think of how dirty his hands were and I can't help but smile that he has kept it up all these years for the next owner.After my breif moment of happiness I unpack my cloths and start to hang them on the small rack in my room.The room is quite large and is painted a teal blue color with white swirls coming out of the Cornor of the wall.It looks calm and content and I love it.I look at the things I can put in this room and my mind goes blank as I think about it.So I decide to set up my plush mattress and lay down.when I lay down to read my book I see a gray cat pass my window.I open my window and the cat jumps in and on my bed.I was going to call the owners but there was no coller and it looked very old.So instead of calling the pound I have decided to keep him and name him smokey.He looks up at my with his yellow eyes and meows a long meow and then rubs up against me in satisfaction.I look down at him and pet him and say to him well I've made two friends in one day right I suppose that's progress huh.Smokey looks up and says meow.