Salem

✨Chapter 1✨

"Ugh, not this place." I mutter as I run my gaze dryly over the small cottage.

I remembered this place, seeing pictures of my mother standing proudly in front of it. Back then it must have been something to be proud of, but now...

The white paint was chipped and a small bench  sat in the middle of some surprisingly well-kept flowers. Maybe this place could be nice.

My hands felt cold as I reached for the doorknob, unsure of what I would see. After my parent's divorce four years ago, my mother decided to move back to her hometown - Salem and I haven't seen her since.

I take a shuddering breath and push the rusting ball. 

The inside of the house is painted a cream white, neutral couches sat in the living room, matching basically everything else in the house. Little pops of colour here and there and I felt my heart swell at the photos on the wall. Photos of all of us.

Little notes and pieces of paper littered the dining room table as I made my way through the house.

Must be the paperwork for me. I thought bitterly as I crossed the living room, only to find even more papers stacked over the coffee table.

"Elliot!" I jumped as I heard the sound of slow footsteps toward me. Tall as ever, with long auburn hair falling over her back. I could see little streaks of grey, but it did nothing to damper her features. Everything screaming put-together-ness. A motherly figure, big bottle green eyes that seemed to soften even the hardest person. She was my mother alright.

"Hi, Mom..."She hasn't changed in the least, still sticking with neutral clothes, a black jumper over pale brown jeans.

"Oh, Elliot! I'm so glad you're here! Do you want to see your new room? I decorated it just for you. Let's go see it!" Mom grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall to another room, which I guessed was my room.

I took it all in. The old, white desk, the three-quarter bed with black bedding, the shelves that looked like they might fall any minute. Everything. Although, it seems a bit dated it isn't completely bad. I quite like the...calm-ness of it.

"It's nice..." I trailed off as I searched for the right word to describe it.

"Nice?" She looked down at me teasingly. "I didn't work this hard for 'nice', young lady!"

"Sorry, I meant to say that I really like it."

"That's better." She laughed, lightly stroking my hair.

A long mrrrooowww echoed from where I had put my bags and I was reminded that I did, in fact, still own a cat.

"What was that?"

"It might have been Moony..." I answered sheepishly, lowering my head.

"Who's Moony? Did you bring a person with you?!" Mom looked oddly excited at the fact that I might have brought somebody with.

"No...She's a cat."

The ball dropped and Mom's face seemed to twitch with anger.

"You brought home a cat? Without telling me?! I can't believe it!" She then dropped my hands and walked off to her own room without another word. Moony continued meowing at me, probably hoping I'd bring her food, which I obviously did.

I jogged over to where her crate sat and opened it, letting her pad her way out and onto my lap. She clawed at my black jeans, silently begging for food.

"Okay, girl, let's find you some food." I murmured as I began bringing all of my bags into my room to sort them out.

Today was going to be a long day.

GUESS WHOS BACK, BACK AGAIN, LEXI'S BACK, TELL HER FRIENDS.
So I finally started a new book and I have no idea how this is going to go (I probably won't get around to finishing it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ) but for the time-being let's enjoy it, updates will be slow, depending on how well this book goes.

~Lexi out!