Dan Avers
The Story of My Life
Welcome to "the story of my life". Yet again we're moving house, stupid parents, keep fucking breaking up. What's the point in saying we can be a "big old happy family" and then splitting up again. This time it wasn't anywhere near, a tiny house located on the outskirts of Birmingham - disgusting right?
My Mum, a tall 5'4 middle-aged woman in her 30s with dark black hair, her hair is shoulder length with a pinned fringe to the left hand side of her head, her eyes are hazel with a tint of dark blue inside. My Dad, a tall 6'0 middle-aged man in his 30s with jet black hair, his hair isn't very long, just a simple cut he got done at the local barbers, his eyes are violet with a tint of white inside.
It all started in the darkness of the night. The fog was high and the wind was low Mum and Dad were shouting at each other, being violent again. Well Dad was, Mum didn't have the guts to touch him because she knew she'd be the one to get hurt, you could hear the argument word for word anywhere around the house. I remember the last thing Mum said to Dad "I don't love you anymore. Nor do the kids and they never will".
I am still shocked from the horror that my Mum would say such thing. Something didn't feel right the next morning, it felt like something was missing, but it all seemed okay.
All the cardboard boxes that were falling to pieces with labels were loaded into the removal van, I peered back at the house as I took my final steps inside. I looked around this empty house that we had just moved out of and just said my final goodbyes to the neighbours. They seemed quite happy we were leaving, probably because all of the arguments happening constantly. Tears rolled down my face as I finally waved goodbye to my friends. The only people that understood me, the friends I went on adventures with, now I have to loose all of them because of my stupid parents.
In the car I sat there not speaking, staring into space, everything I always wanted, gone just like a click of a finger. I didn't act upset but inside it felt like my heart had just finally shut down and that my life was over. I turned around and looked at my brother, he didn't say much to anyone, he was quite independent and was always studying. He didn't make much friends at the old house or school, he was too "nerdy" to fit in. The poor bugger did fuck all to deserve that. So what if he studies a lot? At least he'll get good grades and a proper job.
We arrived at the house, it was absolutely disgusting. Cobwebs dangling from window to window, a smashed window and mould growing out of it. I've only been here for about two minutes and it's already making me feel sick. We waited for our cardboard boxes to be loaded off of the removal van and we carried them in to our new rooms. My room was a small room with an en suite, nothing nice, just a basic toilet, sink and bath. A dusty mirror with the slightest crack had been left hanging on the wall. I didn't want to remove it as it suited the en suite. I emptied my cardboard boxes and sat on my window ledge.
I peered out of the window and there wasn't much to see. Overgrown grass, dead flowers and even more mould.
The time went on and it was already time for bed. I knew I would struggle to sleep, moving into a new house feels strange. You're not used to everything. I laid there and laid there and laid there, nothing was happening. I walked over to the en suite and opened the door. I stepped inside as I felt the shivers creep up my back. I walked over to the toilet and peed. I turned around and turned on the hot top, I put my hands under the tap washing them carefully. I turned off the tap and walked out of the door, closing it shut behind me.
I climbed into bed and plugged my phone into the charger. The signal on my phone was weak but I was able to send a text to one of my friends. “Hey Jeremy, it’s been horrible here, I can’t sleep my signal on my phone is crap. The weather here is rubbish it doesn’t stop raining. I miss you, text back soon. Love Brooklyn” I slid the phone under my pillow and closed my eyes falling into a deep sleep.
The next morning I felt dizzy, I stood up but fell back down again. I was weak, it felt like a vampire had stuck their fangs in my neck and sucked every last bit of blood out of my body, I sat on my bed, the room spinning, my heart pounding. I put my hand under my bed and pulled out a picture of me and Jeremy. I held it close to my heart before dropping it on the floor the picture frame smashed and I fell backwards breaking down into tears. I bent down picking the glass up, trying not to cut my fingers, I walked over to the bin stumbling throwing the glass away into the bin, I hobbled over to the door and opened it.
I walked over to the stairs, climbing down carefully. The stairs creaked and I could feel the wind on my feet. I reached the bottom holding firmly onto the banister the cold breeze tickling the back of my neck, I let go of the banister, my legs were shaking but I managed to keep myself up. I hobbled over to the kitchen and picked up some painkillers, I took two and sat down on the sofa.
More to come soon!!
