The Suicide Room

The Move: Chapter One

I sat in the car while my mother drove because my good father was drunk as always, my brother listened to the sweet sounds of Christmas Carols, which I did enjoy quite a bit. I wasn't enjoying the drive at all since it was 8:32 pm around here, it was creepy, nothing but trees everywhere, not knowing what could be lurking around. The car came to a stop, I got my stuff and started to look around, nothing but old furniture and dust, who doesn't love dust? I asked myself. As my brother ran upstairs and picked his room, I was worried about what school I would be attending to? How would I fit in? Most of all, what would I wear? As I continued to ask myself these ridiculous questions I walked upstairs to see my room, that I might've not wanted, It was old, things were falling apart, but my dad told me he'd fix it up, even though he was an old drunk, he was quite the handy man. I layed on my mattress, wouldn't call it a bed because I haven't fixed it up yet. I slowly fell asleep. "Charlotte, help me.. I can't.." I woke up stunned not knowing what just happened, I tried falling asleep to the wind from outside. But before that I ran to the restroom and threw up, I knew that was coming I told myself, It's a daily thing for me. And soon the ugly memories came back. I sat there thinking for a second, then a minute, an hour.. I had walked back to my bed and fell asleep.