A Hamilton Runaway

Home.

I took deep breath and let go of Amelia hand. I walked slowly toward the house as though in a trance. I heard people calling my name but I ignored them. I walked up the steps and let out a laugh. These steps was  were my life fell apart. There was a dent in the floor from when my mom slammed be into the floor. I bent down and touched it.

"Snowflake, are you alright?" Lin called out. I took a deep breath and took out my key.

"Yeah, just looking at memeries. I'm about to go inside. Come with?" I asked turning towards them. They all nodded warily and walked towards me. I took a deep breath and put the key in thw hole. I turned it but didn't open the door. I couldn't. I would reveal everything I kept hidden away.

I shut my eyes and opened the door. I waited for the yelling to start about me running away, when I remembered that she was in Jail. I smiled and lifted my head. I felt tears on my face as all the memerios came flying at me. I pushed them away. I walked in shaking, and yet, somehow still standing. It was as though having the cast here made me braver.

"Welcome home."

I walked in and went to the kitchen. I walked in and let out a shaky breath. I walked towards the knife drawer and opened it.

Little knife, normal knife, there. It's missing. Why? Murder weapon duh. I closed the draws and closed my eyes. I felt a fuzzy blanket wash over me. I opened my eyes and saw the blanket from New York. I meet Chris's eyes and sent him a small smile. I grad his hand and led him, with everyone following towards the living room.

"The room where it happened." I laughed out. Everyone stared at me.

"What? This is the room where it happened. No pun intended." I said realising wht the have me a crazy look.

I walked in and looked at the couch. The same old couch. I walked over and saw speckles of blood on it. I let out a whimper as I looked away.

It was their blood. It should've been mine. I should've died that night. Not them. I shook my head to get those thoughts out.

I walked over and sat down in my spot. I put my head in my hands and took a deep breath. I felt to many emotions to name. It was as though the house was trying to overload me with memories. I felt arms go around me and I buried my head in that persons shoulder.

"Hey hey. It's alright. We are here. Do you wanna leave or continue?" Anthony asked hugging me tighter. I nodded my head and stood up. He followed suit and grabbed my hand.

"Where to Miss. Tour Guide?" He asked cocking an eyebrow. I let out a laugh and Len him to the stairs.

"Up here is the boys room and my parents room. Come on." I walked up still holding Anthoyns hand. I heard them stop and gasp. I looked around and saw them looking at the pictures on the wall. I smiled and looked too.

There were about five of them that I was in. I'm the whole wall there was about 30. My mom took tons of pictures of my brothers.

One of my favorites though, was when I was 15 and I was in midjump from a tree. I was doing a back flip and saw my brothers looking at me with awe.

"I was about 15. Two weeks before my 16th. It was one of the times I went out with them." I said smiling. They nodded there heads and continued on there way up the stairs.

I walked up and went to my brothers room. I stood outside it, but I couldn't get myself to open it.

"Fuck it." I said and opened the door. I was hit with a wave of memories. I walked in and fresh tears started to come out. I looked around and let out a shaky laugh.