Barb and I walked down the stairs to the basement, where I slept. The stairs were very creaky and loud. The wood was slowly breaking and the wallpaper was peeling. I rubbed my hand along the empty wall. It was dry and dusty. Everything was there, the couch the table even my destroyed bed. The sheets and blankets were ripped and stained with what seemed to be blood. All loose articles weren't there, like the walkie talkie and their board game. I wonder if he still plays that game? I slowly sat down in my little area. I felt a heavy pressure in my eyes, then a wet tear rolling down my cheek.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes."
I looked down and pulled the picture out of my pocket.
"Mike.", I said.
