Dreaming Dead

Chapter 26

"Wait, we are not going there?" I asked my mom, placing back my bag down on the floor board. After the truck went away with all our house furniture and with my dad -who was supposed to help with the placing and stuff- to our new house, I went upstairs again to look at my room. It wasn't really my room now. There was nothing there anymore, except the fix cupboard and the open window. The bed, sofa, dressing table, side tables, and every other single thing were taken away. My footsteps echoed around as I paced the room because of the empty space, my fingers lightly scrapping the dry paint on the wall, as I went in circles around the room, finally stopping at the window and facing my room again.

There was a deep pain more like void in my heart, the way there was empty space in this room -and my stomach was knotted. I had known this house since I had opened my eyes. I had been living in this room since I was a baby. I knew this neighborhood and these streets by heart. I knew this school. I had never imagined that I would leave like this. I always thought my friends would be my side and we would go to the collage together, if I ever had to leave the house. That is what I thought, this is what I dreamed.

I had gone down again, after silently mourning. My mom was sitting on one of the kitchen stool and leaning against the counter. She had her phone in her hands and was rolling it around the sleek marble of the table, her eyes staring into distance her mind somewhere else. Her handbag was resting along beside her and below was my school bag, leaning against the counter table. Beside the front door were three cardboard boxes, still there. My dad wasn't here and the whole house was quiet except the dying echo of my footsteps.

The living room, which was visible while standing beside the kitchen counter, was as plain as it could get. The skin orange painted walls had occasional bumps and holes indicating where the photo frames were once. A white rectangle shaped area in the main wall specified where the T.V was. The large living room window was bare of the thick and heavy slight pink curtains, illuminating the room with the soft sunshine from the outside. The whole room was deprived of the sofas and the cushions, or anything that should be in a living room.

I picked up my school bag from down and cradled it into my laps, sitting beside my mum. She exhaustedly sighed as a welcome to me, and kept rolling her phone on the table. Her muscles were tensed and her eyes had dark circle underneath. It was recognizable that she was very tired and somewhat sad about this whole thing.

"So, when is dad going to pick us up?" I asked, my voice sounded hoarse and I just wanted to make a conversation, to make sure that she was okay.

"He isn't going to pick us up." My mom replied her eyes still fixed on the distance ahead.

"Wait, we are not going there?" I asked, my eyebrows rising and distinctively I placed my school bag down on the floor again.

"No. Your dad is coming here. We are spending the night in this home." She stated, sitting up a little straighter, and looking at me.

"What do you mean by we are going to spend the night here? Did you even look around? There is nothing here!" I uttered waving at the house, motioning for my mum to look at the place. "Where exactly are we going to sleep, at least?"

"The new place isn't ready yet, Amy. It isn't my fault that we aren't going there. I can understand that you are excited but just wait, you will see your new home." My mom said, fixing her blue eyes with mine.

"Excited?" I asked in disbelief. "Mom, I am not excited! I am everything but excited. You cannot be excited for something you have never seen. I don't even know what that neighborhood looks like, mom!" I stood up.

"Amy, I know dear, but you have to understand."

I looked at my mom and sat on the stool again, slightly kicking my bag away from me, and then withdrawing my foot remembering that my cell phone was in it.