Where The Road Takes Me. Where Will It End?

Chapter 2

I found an old house near the burned down one and been living here for a couple of weeks. I don't know what it is. I would usually stay the night then keep moving, but for some reason I feel at home here. I can't believe that after all these years I still want to be here.

"Like a pigeon, everyone will find there way to there real house"

I found a phone and found out that it's a week before Christmas and all I wanted to do is call someone. I still remember Carlos' family number. I knew calling them after all these years would be the wrong thing to do, but I need to see them or at least talk to them about what happened. I had no reasons to leave the way I did and I still hate how I did.

"Leaving and breaking hurts more then breaking then leaving because you can still scream at the person before they leave."

I remember the day I left every time I close my eyes. It was a nice sunny summer day. I was 12 and I was hanging out with Carlos for the last time. We went swimming and started playing games in the near by lake. One thing lead to another and I pushed him underwater. I didn't know he couldn't breath. When he came up he was coughing up blood and water. When I seen that I ran and never looked back. I was afraid of getting in trouble and I didn't know what to do since I was the reason for that happening. On the trip down to California with my family they tryed calling me multiple times, but I never picked up and I blocked them from my parents phone. I still feel really bad for what I did.

"Preparing for something and failing means you weren't prepared. Making something happen and running away means u didn't mean for it to happen."

I walked around Reading remembering my pass every corner I turned. Looking at my old schools and my old friends homes and my ex-girlfriends homes brought back so much memory. Still Carlos' family was the only thing I couldn't get out my head. I would ask around for there address, but people might just call the cops on me. I've seen old friends grow up, but since it was a while they didn't recognize me.

"It's hard to see that the friends you grow up with don't remember you, but it's harder to be there friend and try to forget them."

I guess today will be my last day. I went down memory lane here in Reading, but I'm running low on food and it doesn't feel right robbing my home town. I guess I won't see Carlos' family. It's probably for the best. As I start going the the street on my way to the next town I here a honking. I thought it was for someone else so I ignored it, but the honking kept going until I herd a voice say, "Do you need a ride?" Me having a long trip ahead I took any ride someone would give. When I get inside the car and I'm about to say thanks I see the Carlos' family all looking at me.

"People act like they've seen a ghost when there past comes back to haunt you. Will there ever be a spell to get ride of those ghost?"