House of Anubis [h.styles]

House of Beginnings

Sarah

I didn't even want to go here... or be here for that matter. I wanted to go back. To turn around and forget ever accepting this- this painful looking place. Yet I knew I had to; for my Mom and Dad. It's what they would've wanted. It's what I should want also.

But I don't.

I don't want to be reminded of them.

If anything (as harsh as it sounds) I want to forget them. No matter how much I love them, or how much I need them, or miss them... I need to move on. And free myself from this excruciating, nauseating, somewhat ever-lasting pain. I need to let them go. To let myself be free.

But I can't. I can't be free.

There's something... something peculiar and odd about this place. And as soon as I applied, I felt different. I knew I had to go here. Not only for my Mom and Dad: but for answers. Answers that may put my mind at rest. Answers that will prevent me from being so curious and engrossed with this place. Answers of my parents disappearance.

Taking a deep breath in and exhaling out slowly, I finally dragged my suitcases along the cobblestoned pathway. I had been looking upon the house for what seemed like years: yet it had only been 5 minutes.

Before I could unclasp one of my suitcases to knock on the giant door, the door opens for me, creaking ever-so-loudly and stopping once it was wide open. I flinch at the suddenness of the harsh sound and then look frantically around and inside the door, trying to figure out how it had opened. But no one was there behind the door, and I raised an eyebrow at it in curiosity. My immediate thought was to turn around and call for another cab as soon as possible. But I don't.

Instead, I continue on.

"Hello?" I call out, struggling to get my other suitcase in. I think one of the wheels is stuck. I turn around and lift it up, finally getting the wheel to turn around properly.

"Sarah Rutter?" a voice questions, making me jump and turn around instantly. I was met with a casual-attired man, who has his arms crossed and looked quite stern.

"Y-Yes?" I stutter, nervous and frightened.

The man smiles widely, "I'm Oliver Rehmann, I'm your housefather." he greets, extending a hand.

I smile and shake it happily, "It's lovely to meet you, Oliver." I tell him.

"As for you... you're two weeks late though." he comments, taking a quick glance upstairs before looking back at me.

"Yeah, I-I had a little trouble with flights and stuff." I tell him and he dismisses me, "it's totally fine. I was joking anyway." he says, peering back upstairs again: making me suspicious.

"The rest of your housemates are currently at school, but that's fine – it's much more quiet, that's for sure." he pauses and rolls his eyes yet still smiles, "Come. I'll give you a tour and I'll show you to your bedroom." he says, gripping onto both of my suitcases.

He begins walking up the stairs whilst I stay put and finally have a proper look at the hallway. It does look beautiful: Mom was right about that one. The house, even though it was rustic and slightly old-fashioned, it looked absolutely breathtaking and full of wonder. I had this sudden urge to explore every inch of this house and find out all of it's secrets.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" someone says from above. I look up at the staircase and see a woman holding onto the bannister, smiling at me.