42nd Country Road

Let's Start

My name is Evelina, I go by Ev because I never liked the sound of Evelina for a full name. My life started out very simple and easy. I was carefree, and I didn't know what pain or loss was. Until I met them. Jack, a brown haired 21-year-old, and Mark, A black haired 22-year old. I myself at the time was 21. Same age as Jack. Not the same hair color though, I am blonde. I met them four years ago from today at a Wendy's. I know, not the most graceful place to meet someone. They invited me over to hangout with them and we started hanging out with each other more and more and eventually it turned into a friendship.

Months went by and we eventually moved in together and Mark's grandmothers old place somewhere in the middle of Kansas. I'm here to tell you, that was the biggest mistake of my entire life. For now let's start with the first year I lived with Them, Shall we get started?

"Home sweet home," Jack said,

"Would you shut it Jack? No one says that anymore." I replied giggling mixed with a serious tone.

"Do what the poor girl says, dude." Mark replied

I grabbed my bags smiling and giving Mark a shove.

" What was that?" He said with a joking voice. I squealed dropped my bags and started running upstairs. Mark caught up with me and grabbed me by the waist with both hands and threw on the nearby bed in the first room on the left. I rolled off and stood on the other side looking at him smiling.

"What the hell are you guys doing," Jack came in saying. I looked at him,

"What room do you want?" I asked him

" This one actually, so could you guys get out" He said

" come on Jack don't be so...never mind," Mark said

" What is that suppose to mean?" Jack replied

"Can you guys stop, you are always fighting," I said rolling my eyes

"Fine," They both said in unison

" Ugh omigosh, I choosing my room now," I said walking out of the plain white room.

"No, Ev come back, Please?" Mark cried after me.

"I said I'm choosing my room," I replied from the hallway

"Damn it Jack," He said laughing

I walked through the empty halls looking from room to room wondering the rooms history I finally found one at the end of the hall. Red walls, with white curtains and dark hardwood floor. The bed from looked like it was hand carved and had magnificent patterns on it. There was a white bathroom nearby with patterned tile all around. It was the most beautiful room I had ever seen.