Days went by and things were great at least for a while but then I got to thinking..I had none of my memories from my house. None of my things, clothes..nothing...I felt like I'd been bumming on my best friends. So while Ethan was working an Liz was out with a guy she'd been talking to..I decided I'd take a walk back "home".
As soon as I walked up to the door I'd wondered what had possessed me to go there. I tried the door anyway and surprisingly it was unlocked so I let myself in.
Moments later I had managed to find my way to my room without an encounter with my mom.. I looked around and everything seemed to be untouched, so I started rummaging through my closet for a duffel bag. Once I found one and had started gathering my clothes I thought about a box that I'd hidden from my mother. Inside was an old picture of my dad before I was born I had found it in my moms room a long time ago when I was about 7. I couldn't remember all the times I'd day dream about what he was like. Along with that I had a few razor blades some used and some unused. I carefully hid it in the bottom of my duffel bag. and zipped it up.
After I'd gathered up my things and was about to leave I heard the screen door slam shut so I began rushing to the front door and halfway I turned back to see my mom (who looked worse than the last time I'd seen her on my birthday. If that was possible.) I turned and began to run to the door and she was right behind me. Suddenly I felt something strike my leg and shatter. I screamed in pain but kept running. Bag and all, until I was back at Lizzy's.
