"Sick of being so lonely" - Brahms Heelshire

1. Loniless and arrival.

I'm slowly killing myself...
I'm trying so hard at the back of the shelf

It's just the same every day
I'm writing these songs that will never get played

       The slow song went off in the headphones of the teenage girl sitting in the back of the rather expensive car. She sighed softly looking out the window at the England's beautiful countryside they were passing by. She always felt longing towards the woods, fields - away from the big city.
Everyone told her that being a loner like she was wouldn't bring her any good. She refused to accept the idea. Though she also refused to admit that deep inside she longed to have contact with someone - a boyfriend perhaps.
 
I get told what's wrong and what's right
I don't have a romantic life
And everyone's dying
So I keep on trying
To make them proud before they are gone

    The brownish red haired girl slowly and quietly hummed the notes of the song. Somehow she felt connected to it - like it was part of her or about her. As much as hypocrisy it sounded she also refused to accept that as well.

   Oh, can't someone help me
Oh, please someone help me
I don't care anyone, anything
'Cause I'm so sick of being so lonely
Miss all my family
Oh, I don't care, anyone, anything
'Cause I'm so sick of being so lonely

      The song went on still but the words of it left her mind as soon as she noticed the gate of marvelous mansion they just approached. It looked old, stone and a little neglected but the resident still had this feeling to it. Mysterious. Old yet somehow beautiful, like a palace straight out of 19th century horror-romance book about vampires. Who knows maybe she'll find some that would like to talk to her - after all she wants to become a journalist one day.

   Almost instantly the girl unbuckled herself and jumped out of the car as soon as they stopped the car just 10 feet away from the mansion.

- Kai! Slow down! - her mother laughed knowing to well that her 19 years old daughter will instantly want to explore the house. Everything that held mystery or looked creepy to others to her only offspring was interesting and somehow beautiful.

- I'm fine mom. I'm just going to look around a bit! - she told her mother before walking slowly up the stair and taking in her surroundings. The air seemed weirdly warm thought it was just the second week of March but as clean as never before in the big city. Up close she even thought that her uncle John's best friend and detective  from London - Sher as she called him -  would really enjoy living in this mansion himself. It must have held so many stories in it.
She brownish red hair flew behind her as she ran inside the enormous house.

   As soon as the door closed behind her she was met with a dark hallway, the only light coming from the windows. The air was thick and rusty filled with dust. It was no doubt that it was empty for a long time - thought she remembered her father saying that the owners died year ago. Must be hard keeping clean such a big place like this. She shrugged to herself and started walking around the big mansion.

  I'm spending more than I earn
Drink all the time to forget I'm not her
'Cause I go to parties sometimes
And I'll kiss a boy and pretend for the night

      Lonely. One and only word that could describe how he felt for a year now. Brahms hated the thought of it, how he struggled with the pain that was left because of his parents. He refused to accept it - the truth that they abandoned him. Betrayed him.
He walked in the walls of the house every day in pointless hope that one day he will hear them talk or see them, that they would greet him and ask for forgiveness. He also felt guilty - he saw their bodies, he blamed himself for what they've done. Maybe he should let them have guests? Maybe he shouldn't order them to always stay with him?
More and more blaming thoughts started to fill in his mind until he was broke out of it by the sound of voices.