When we pulled up to our new house I was immediately terrified. My brother said we would love it here and I thought bout our parents. Both are in prison for selling drugs. I now stay with my older brother Justin. He's about 16 and has brownish hair. I pick up my bags and head to the door. The living room smells like smoke and nothing is there except for a really old gray chair.
"Justin, why is there a old grandmas chair?"
"Bella just put your stuff away"
So I walk up to my room and see this red room with black stripes. I'm guessing this is my room so I walk in and smell fresh blood. I check my wrist and it's just my scar bleeding.
"Fuck" I immediately wipe it away. I walk over to my white closet and put all my clothes away mostly black shirts with bands on them. Panic! at the disco, My Chemical Romance, Three Days Grace, Green Day bands like that. The songs always relate to me. I explore the creepy house a bit more. The kitchen is yellow with a bit of brown so bright and sunny... I hate it. Bathrooms is well..... a normal bathroom. But who paints it PINK. Out of all the colors. PINK!
"Whoever painted this has a fucked up mind"
***
"Bella! Dinner!" I run downstairs and in our table it's full of pancakes. "Breakfast for dinner?" I asked.
"Yep I thought you would like it"
I sat down while Justin was praying. I was so starving I just ate my whole plate.
"Was it good. You ate it really fast"
"Yea. I'm going to get ready for bed"
I walked away to my room and took out my pajamas and headed to the bathroom. I open the door and turn on the light and the room was red. What the heck. I could have sworn it was pink. After my shower I look at myself and I see on my neck there's a random cut it's not bleeding but it's visible. First the room color change now my neck. What the heck is going on I thought. I went to bed and when I woke up someone texted me from an unknown number.
