Weird [Dan Howell AU]

PT. 2

Dan's POV

I was never someone who would move without any thought, it was always me who wasn't excited. I'd ask my mother if we really had to move and she'd just roll her eyes reassuring me for the last time. I would nervously look at my room the last time and slowly pack my room like it was a dead relative's room and I had memories touching each piece of furniture. I would mope around the house, looking at each and every piece of chipped paint like it was my last time and it was. I was always attached to the houses never wanting to move away from the memories

Except this time.

This time I was the first person to pack, not glancing at the house once, avoiding each room like I was avoiding an old friend. I sat outside on the steps of the porch as my family smiled and hugged each other inside. I sat outside being disgusted to even sit near the house.

I remember my best friend ran to my house to say goodbye along with the rest of our friends. I remember hugging my ex-girlfriend who I had to break up with because of the move. They never wondered why I was so unhappy, why I sat on my porch late at night, why I always snuck out. They thought I was just trying to be a rebel or the typical badass but in reality I just wanted to get out of that damned house.

I don't understand how my family could be happy, how could they feel attached to that house? I don't understand why I'm the only one who doesn't like that house.

How could they have just let go so easily? After the incident I feel disgusted even looking into that room. The room where it had happened, my mother locked it but I have the key to open it. I sat there in the dark writing, looking the empty bed post with no mattress. The mattress was removed anyways, but the carpet still had little specks of blood that only I had noticed. I would apologize before I left that room, feeling sorry I couldn't so anything to save her. If I had stayed behind with her while my family went to the cabin trip. If only I had not been a little brat and stayed with her, she would still be here.

So that night I went into her room, it was empty, the carpet was removed. It almost seemed like a normal room. It was horrible to think that someone would sleep here every night not knowing that horrible things that have happened here.

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"Daniel I need you to go outside." My mother said barging into my new room. It was great actually, the walls were white, and I had almost made everything in my room a shade of black. Right now I had put the little stuffed bear my best friend gave me on top of the wardrobe.

"To do what?" I asked her in curiosity as I stood up from my bed, leaving my laptop alone. I looked at my mother's serious face and somehow she still showed some kindness under that tone.

"Go be social or something. You'll be going to High School in a week, you need to make some connections." My mother said, she made it sound like I could go on a walk and meet someone who could introduce me to the whole neighborhood.

Yeah like that could happen.

"Mom if you haven't noticed this isn't a movie. No one goes on walks to meet people who magically befriends them." I sarcastically replied thinking back to when I was staring into my neighbors house.

There was a guy there, he seemed my age, or I could be wrong. I watched him run around his house preparing for someone, probably some friends. My room window was parallel to his, and I got a clear view of him messing about in his room. He seemed to neaten his hair a lot, making it seem like he wanted the evening to be perfect.

"Well try it, you never know if you'll meet someone. My mother told me the same thing and that's how I met my best friend. Just go on a walk Daniel!" She pleaded and I shrugged silently agreeing to her orders. I guess I should find out more about this neighborhood.