This is us // colby brock

new start?¿

I stood there on the side walk outside of my new Kansas home, suitcase in hand. It was a cold December morning, the wind blew my auburn hair everywhere. I stood there in silence as I studied every detail of the contemporary house, the wood detailing on the porch, to the rocks in the garden. I didn't know what to do at this point, my life was at an all time low. I miss my mom so much, I think back to the last time I saw her...

"Okay sweety I'll be home in about an hour" my mom smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

"Okay mom, don't forget to get hot chocolate" I shouted to her as she grabbed the grocery list and headed out the door.

That what the last time I saw her.... alive.

My eyes began to water at the thought. The image of her beat up, busied and bloody body burned itself in my mind.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by another cold wind almost blowing me off my feet. I tightened my grip on my suit case and slowly walked up the sidewalk to my new house.

I'm all alone at this point, my dad left when I was young, and my mom was all I had, she was my pride and joy, my best friend, the one I can always talk to when I'm down, but know I have no one. I moved here to get away from everything, all the people always showing up to my old house and asking me about my mom, people acting like they cared when I knew they didn't, I just needed to get away from that. So, I moved here, to Kansas.

I wanted to move here and get a "Fresh start" but we all know that's impossible, I'm always going to have all my baggage from life with me, but I'm not  ready to remember all that yet.

I walked up to the door and unlocked it, this is the start of a "new life" all alone, by myself, with no one who cares about me.

I took my first few steps into the house, when I first walked in i saw a smallish living room, it wasn't anything special, but the best I can get with the small amount of money I had, it was suppose to be foe collage, but this was more important. I looked around some more, there was a small kitchen to the left and a island. To the right was a staircase and straight forward there was a door, I let go of my luggage and walked over to open the door

"Bathroom" I say to myself letting out a small sigh.

I walked into the bathroom and has a look at myself in the mirror, my pale blue eyes were puffy and blood shot, that's what happens when you cry on a whole three hour flight here. My freckles are slowly fading, that always happens in the winter but in the summer they get away more prominent, my lips are slightly chapped from the harsh weather outside and my cheeks are slightly pink as well. I leave the bathroom and slowly walk over to the stairs , I put my hand on the railing and take a deep breath before taking the first step up the stairs. There was a small hallway and 2 doors, one door lead to a bedroom, and the other also lead to a bedroom, but this bedroom had a bathroom attached.

"I think this will be my bedroom" I said to myself again, this has always been a bad habit of mine, talking to myself, and I think it's about to get worse, considering I will have no one to talk to anymore. Because I'm alone.

a/n : heyyyy so sorry if this sucks 😬😬 this is my first story I'm publishing ever so.. it's probs Gonna suck but why not give it a shot. I know this chapter was short but I will make them longer I promise, it's just the first chapter and I didn't really know what else to write, because this is kind of an introduction. But anyways thanks for reading ily 💕