Imperfect

3

I woke up and saw most beautiful morning from the bushes. The sunlight glistened in my eyes as I stood up, dusting the bushes off me.
It was a new day. I need to find a way out. I was feeling calm today, and the forest was calm and quiet as well. I think it's totally true that when you panic, nothing goes well but when you give  some time to the situation, it gets better. Time does heals. But the thing is that it only teaches us to accept the reality. When we accept something, it becomes easier for us to deal with it.

While I was walking through forest, I noticed a way out. It wasn't my building area, it was a new place. A small town maybe. There were small houses, next to each other. I could hardly see anybody walking. Maybe only a few people live in this town.
I made my way hiding behind the trash cans, trees and bushes.
Iam pretty sure those four murderers belong to this town. So surviving in this town can be very difficult for me. I don't know the way back to my house. Those murderers can be anywhere. They can be in the forest too. Again, I had only one option, to live in this town until I find another way.

I found an old woman. I went around her house, nobody seemed to be there except for her. So finally I concluded that she lives alone. For me, she was an angel. I could get some necessary stuffs from her house! She seems weak, I can fool her easily.

     Through the window, I made my way into the hall. The house had some sweet smell. The walls were painted in pink with a lot of photos on them and the above the dinning tableof there was a beautiful chandelier, which, I guess is too big for this house.

"' cause I can't help.... falling in love...with you...." I heard her singing while she was in the bathroom, maybe for a shower. I walked around quietly. In the kitchen, I found some pancakes and bacon. But I wanted water, more than anything.
I opened the refrigerator and found a steel water bottle. It can be very useful. I can use it as a container and a weapon too.

When I was heading out, I glanced up at the photos. There were a lot of them. On the walls and on the small cupboards. They gave a lot of information about her. The photographs included her wedding, her child and death of her husband. Her husband was in Navy. The memorial day of his death was seen in some photos. But still her son was a mystery. There aren't much of his photos, in his last photo he seems fifteen years old. Photos of her birthday cake says that her name is Marilyn.
"Wise men say.." suddenly I heard her heading out of the bathroom. Now it was my time to leave the house.

I opened the door as I noticed a pink sweater on the couch. It was newly made. The tapestry needles and the scissors were still around it. I need it, it's too cold outside. I don't thik Marilyn will go around the town and shout for a thief who stole her sweater. It's not a big thing. So I picked it up and stepped out of the house.