alone in the dark

When She Was 15

I was alone when I was walking home.I was coming home form my friends house.I came to realise that my mother was dead.i walked down my old road which had be abandoned because of the creepy stories.i walked into my old house and walked past the living room up to my old bedroom. It had been the same way as it was when we moved. The bed with neatly folded sheets lying on top covered in dust,The little robot still on my desk unfinished,toys all in the one box some not even opened and most importantly my favourite plush sitting there it dark gray colouring turned a light grey in the bliss of the sun.i picked it up carefully tears forming in my eyes.I put it down again and looked at my drawings. They were all blurry and I could not make them out but I remember my dad always hanging them around the house.I started to hear music almost leading me to follow it. I followed it into the forest and stopped when it stopped.it lead me straight to a hanging body of cara my old bestie.I shook started running to that some body was after me. I could tell it wasn't alive but I was still scared to look back