Space to Forget

Chapter 2

After crying I get up from the table and grab everyone's dishes. Making my way to the sink seems impossible, my body is drained from how mentally exhausted I am.

I manage to wash and dry the dishes, putting them away before I begin cleaning the entire house. Luckily I do this everyday and everyone in this house is an adult so there is not that much to clean.

I vacuum, mop the floors and wipe down the counters, all after I finish folding the laundry from yesterday.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, and an eternal maid. If I were prettier I could be a real life Cinderella, except I don't think charming would care enough to find me after the ball.

It's 08:00 by the time I have the entire house clean and I make my way back to my room, in-front of the same mirror from this morning. My eyes are now bloodshot, the puffy pink blotches around my eyes are extremely visible on my pale skin. I'm what is known as an ugly crier. My face stays swollen and blotchy for hours after crying, even if it was just a few tears during a movie.

Besides the redness from my crying, there is a large hand print in my face that has gone down temporarily until a bruise forms. Maybe I'll be luckily and there won't be a bruise this time.

Tired of looking at my reflection and my flaws, I make my way back to my bed and just stare at my ceiling.

I try to imagine what it would be like if my parents were alive. We would still be by the warm coast. My uncle told me we used to go to the beach a lot with my parents. I bet they were amazing, like the parents on a television show that every kid wants. Even if they were they were overprotective and made mistakes I would love them no matter what.

Looking across the room without moving from my spot I see a picture of my mom and dad beside my bed. My mom was beautiful. She had long black hair that she curled to perfection. Green eyes lightened the darkness of her hair, a contrast that only made her look even prettier. She had thin lips like me but my sister definitely has her body.

My dad had blonde her just like my sister and me. Along with our grey eyes as well. He had a dad body which is probably where my body type came from. He was handsome though. They were truly an imperfectly perfect pair.

Tears attempt to form again but close my eyes tight. I promise I'm not this emotionally unstable all the time. I just feel like something is going to happen today and it has to do with family somehow.

My body exhausted from cleaning and crying starts to drift to sleep, my eyes opening and closing. Trying to fight off the darkness that is bound to come. The silence in the house only pulls me further into a daze and soon I feel myself let go.

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Waking up, I feel better than I have in a long time. It's the first time in over three months that my mind has not been plagued with the nightmare.

Checking the clock, the numbers 13:17 shine in a bright neon red. I can't believe I took a five hour nap. Panicking at the amount of time I slept, I run over to my phone and see that my co-worker David picked up my shift because he needed the money.

Letting out the breath I had been holding, I relax a little.  No longer worried if I lost my job I head to the living room.

It surprisingly has a homey vibe to it even though it is no where close to how I feel about this place. It used to feel like a home but that was a long time ago.

My uncle actually used to be a good man. He was always really kind to my sister and me when we first moved in. Even though we had to cook he was always with us making it fun and listening to music. He would let us pick what we wanted to cook every single night and never complained.