Vague (A Story Of My Experiences)

The Home

You grew up here, unknowing of your future of anxiety and sadness. They thought you were odd for being so close to them, but everyone just brushed it off. You slowly get attached to this inanimate object that protects you. As you grew older you realized why they found you weird, but you kept it a secret. The house knew, your dogs knew, your childhood toys knew, but actual people didn't know and that made you feel safe. Until you decided to tell all of the people you were close to, except the one that you called dad. If he found out he would kick you out of your safe place, and you'd never see it again. Everyday you pray not to go back there, but you still get dragged back. Yes, you will miss the house, but you won't miss the people in it much, except the one that will push you out of the door. You have everything ready to run away from your home, plan and all, but something keeps you from actually doing it, is it the attachment to the house? You are basically running from your childhood, and it hurts you to think about it, but you have to do it in order to save yourself. If you slip up or tell him you are going to have to leave anyways, so why not leave before it happens? They won't miss a disgrace anyways, so what's the point? You sob when you look back at the house, but you will be safer away from it. So you hug it, thinking of all the good and bad memories you have in the house and start down the sidewalk.