Short stories

5. Finally Home ((Rewritten

At birth, everyone's tattooed with their date of death. Mine's dated yesterday... I was supposed to be dead yet here I am breathing and living another day... The words are now as of smeared or blurry but still readable. It read December 20th my day death the day I supposedly ''died''. As all of us have a day of death marked on us.

It's been years since my day every time it comes around I try my best of my abilities to fulfill it just for it to fail me again though I've stopped recently. It got tiring to constantly try it ended up of something more different than its original goal. I also finally stopped living in solitary and decided to walk down the street nobody ever noticed me. Just stared right through me like I wasn't even there as per usual. I  walked by my old house it looked untouched and older the grass overgrown with weeds everywhere with small little yellow flowers scattered around it. I entered it all looked the exact same as before. 

The whole place looked as frozen in time nothing was touched. The house looked at peace unlike me. I always thought it wouldn't stay this way forever but yet here I am  just me my small house and my overgrown yard and the sound of cars driving by while crickets chirped but nowhere to be seen. And how the light as though peeked through the curtains as though a kid would peek through their mothers and Fathers doors at night to ask to sleep with them. Probably cause of a dream or the monsters under their bed. 

The floorboards creaked from almost every step like an old man who'd groan about how his back ached. How on some of the doorways you could see lil marks and measurements as of to see how tall you grew. All of it covered in dust like it was a lair of snow when I layed on the couch it filled the air leaving lil clouds of it you could see in the lil steaks of light. It was peaceful and it made me feel at peace. Maybe now I could finally rest that I was home.