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Chapter 2: Unexpected Departures

Music: Ed Sheeran- Save myself

Unexpected Departures:
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As I came around the bend up to my house, my heart became relieved. After two hours of crying in a car pathetically, I seriously needed a hot bath, warm pj's, a bag of Bugles, and a Supernatural marathon. Hopefully, Mom will get out of her 'no remorse, I feel nothing' stage and actually spend five minutes with me.

Maybe if I'm lucky ten.

I pulled into the driveway of my house beside my dad's car. The old Stingray Corvette is from 1965, but it's the best-looking car ever! A dark midnight colour paint job and its metallic silver blueish interior make it definitely the top car in my books. Dad's only ever let me drive it once, for about 2.5 seconds, but it was one of the best 2.5 seconds of my life. I've always been super close with my dad, so I'm not surprised he did let me drive the car for that short moment.

Parking and then turning off my car, I sat for a minute and thought about that. How I've been always so close with Dad, more than my mom. Lately, it's been a different story. Both Mom and Dad have been distant, not noticing me when I'm in the room during their spats. Despite that, Dad has tried to spend some time with me. While Mom has avoided contact with me all together. Sitting there thinking, I wondered how I may be greeted when I walk into my house. In a cold and distant way? Or hopefully in a pleasant way? A hug from Dad and even from Mom. Just like it had been for the years before the beginning of this one. But that's just stupid wishful thinking at that point. Giving up on that, I looked up noticing something that had slipped past my attention moments ago.

The house looked as if it were dead. The entire house wasn't its usual vibrant colours. But almost as if it had been inverted and turned into dull solemn hue. There were no signs of any life. It wasn't just the house either, my yard, forest and the rest of the neighborhood all looked deserted and colour stripped. No street lights were lit, nor any houses. The only life I detected was the silent howling of the soft wind passing by. Opening my car door, fog began to seep into the interior of my jeep. The cold chill, contradicting the immense heat from this morning, followed the fog and lightly brushed over my skin giving me slight shivers all over. Dull tingles of the cold, inversion of the colours, and no sign life gave me a severe unwelcome feeling that told me I was not supposed to be here.

At all.

No longer wanting to be exposed to this outside alternate horror scene of my neighborhood, I made my way to my back porch. Wanting only to walk in and everything to go back to normal. To be greeted by the comfort of my parents. Even if it's just the luxury of them yelling. I don't care. Just a sign of life would ease me at this point.

The solace of silence greeting me while I walked through the back-porch door was anything but comforting. I held my breath, almost scared to take another step through the door, into the mudroom. Standing there freaked out and panicking I began making my way into the hallway and then the kitchen. I listened intently for my parents.

Nothing.

Not even a sound of a single breath being taken, apart from mine. Looking around the kitchen, the unsettling inverted hue had dissipated. I guess that's a good sign. Trying to calm down, I opened the fridge and took out whatever contents my hands could get on. Pickles, cheese, mayo, mustard, roast beef, butterscotch pudding, juice, tomatoes, and lettuce. Then I grabbed the bread out of the bread box sitting in the corner of the kitchen counter. Anything I saw, I grabbed. Ten minutes went by, a dirty bowl, glass, and plate now residing in the sink after I made and ate my "snack". Sitting down at the island bar chair, I laid my head on the counter, closed my eyes and tried my best not to have a mental breakdown again.