CHAPTER 3
Finally, after walking in circles all over I made it back to my own home.
I let out a sigh of relief as I closed my front door & headed to the kitchen. I haven't ate in a while, well yesterday I didn't eat breakfast or anything and didn't eat anything when I got back here.
To say, I'm glad I can cook food. I don't know how I managed to figure out how but I guess somewhere back in the past I started.
Today's food shall be soup. I had always really like soup. It's really basic to make as well, I grabbed out all of the ingredients and the pasta needed.
It's just about sunrise when I found home and made me feel great even though I prefer rain. Though the thing about rain is that I really don't like it when there's thunder and lightning.
Something about it always gave me shivers. There was a storm when it all happened so I just despite it all.
I shook my head and walked towards my door to check my mail. Hopefully I get something more "real" this time. I walked towards the dining table and took a seat.
Seems to be more junk mail again & bills. I spreaded them all out on the table to have a good look at them but then suddenly a knock came to the door.
It wasn't a friendly one either too. I bit my lip & slowly walked towards the door.
I opened my door to see, no one. Is this a joke or something? I squinted my eyes & looked around.
Surely there has to be someone here, wind can't knock at your door.
Right when I was going to close it, I looked down to see a letter. I picked it up & closed my door.
I set it down along with my other mail on the table to see it later.
Well this certainly is interesting.
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I finished eating my soup and putted everything in its rightful place while for me, mines is in the blank room.
It's just a room basically, but I call it the blank room because it's all white and has blood stains in the corners.
There's no furniture actually, well except for a old crib which made me guess it was a baby's room. What made me question it though is all the blood.
I grabbed the mail off the table & headed towards the blank room. It smelled like roses today.
Usually it had a different smell to it every day.
I sat by the crib & started to open letters.
Junk. Junk. Junk.
Rent, gas, lights, heat, etc.
As I picked up next to last mail letter, my eyes grew wide. Literally.
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Payne Mental Institution Asylum
Dear Brooke,
Greetings as we know you have been let out a few months ago to come sincere that you are now healthy in mind.
We are asking that you come ASAP to pick up your records, identity card, belongings, etc..
You did not pick them up when you left for whatever reasons & asking you to get everything you need.
Come to the main entrance to meet with me, Mr. Tomlinson & have a meeting to explain everything in need.
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Louis Tomlinson
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I looked up from the paper with trembling hands & blinked.
I have to go back. Do I have to? Well he knows where I live so might as well.
But as soon as possible. I wished it was never possible. I guess I will go tommorow to get this over with.
My nightmare is coming back to life again, when I thought it's all over again.
My heart heaved and I picked up the last letter. I opened it and read..
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To see light once more is like opening a door, just to see it shut again I'd rather not try my luck..
~see you soon Estella..
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I'm confused. What?
Who's Estella?
Who wrote this?
I'm just a living mess right now, I can't take any bull right now.
This must have to be junk mail or someone sended this as to a wrong address.
Sure, maybe but Estella.
Estella.
Practically all in my mind now and something about that name reminds me of something or someone.
Who is it?
Surely I've never heard anyone named that In my life, actually it could be given to me by accident. Right? I looked at it once more, it couldn't be on accident it has my last name on it.
Stone..
I sighed and put it down taking in small breaths. That place is a living hell & reviving memories from the past is never easy.
Dear god, I even still remember the fire burning on my skin...
Flashback;..
"Brooke Get Out!!" One of the guards yelled to me. I looked frantically to were I can run but, there is no escape.
"I see Fire in the mountains, it's spreading towards the trees, move on children!! Save yourselfs!!" The mistress said.
I had no idea what was going on at all. All I hear that there is fire & heat coming upon my skin. I was afraid but, of what?
Suddenly I felt hands pick me up by my waist and lifted me up. I screamed & cried out, Styles has me safely lifted up on his shoulder.
"Your my only good friend I have, I can't let you die here and so young" he whispered in my ear.
Tears rolled down my cheeks knowing we were only 13 & haven't even experienced life on the outside world.
"I'm afraid Styles, I'm so afraid" I whispered.
"Don't be, I'm here and we will escape this hell together" he said.
He ran through the burning building searching for a exit, everyone had escaped except for us.
Clearly we are going to be dead from the heat & that's the thing, Death is a promise & life is a fucking lie..
End of Flashback;..
I feel a deep trauma in me and that line stuck will forever be stuck in my head.
"Death is a promise & life is a fucking lie"...
