Soulmates are everywhere. In your history class, in your mythology class, in your health class, and any other place that you can think of. In the middle of learning about soulmates, you learn about the goddess of soulmates. Even though she's dead, t...
On one of the many many streets in New York City, there is a two-story brick duplex. The house is in a neighborhood with a bunch of more duplexes and there are a few apartment buildings. The house is full of the smell of alcohol and drugs. The scent is stained in everything around the house. The couches, the chairs, and in almost every room. Heck, even the carpet is stained.
The only room that doesn't smell like alcohol is in my room, which is on the second floor. Away from my adopted dad's room and where he keeps the beer. Every room, but mine is all messy as well. There are open beer bottles and cans all over the place. There are small bags all over the place too, bags that used to be filled with drugs.
No matter how many times I try to clean the house, it always ends up getting dirty all over again. Some night he would have people over at the house. Women and men alike. All the people that he has over, makes the messes bigger. Adding stuff that I wish were never apart of the mess. Stuff like clothes that are in pieces and used condoms. Stuff that I end up having to clean.
My room is the cleanest. Everything is put in the perfect spots. I am also always reorganizing my room all the time. Only trying to get everything perfect, since my room is the only thing in my life that is perfect.
At the moment, I'm sitting on my bed; my legs are crossed and a book is open in my lap. The door to the room is locked so my adopted dad, Luke, will not be able to walk into the room. I even have a chair propped up under the doorknob so it's harder for him to open the door. That's how scared I am of him.
I just wish someone will notice me, but no one does. They walk by me not knowing what happens when I get home. They talk to me not knowing that it might be the last time that I open my mouth to reply. I just want someone to see me and to be by my side.
It all started when my adopted mom died in a car crash. Everything was amazing. I thought I found a real home. I loved living with Luke and his wife Morgan. I was ten when I was adopted by them. Everything was amazing.
They made me feel like I was their real daughter. Then it all went down the drain one night. There was a car crash one night. I was home with Luke, smiling and having fun until the smile on his face fell. I had asked him what happened and he said he can't explain it, but he thinks something happened to Morgan.
Of course eleven years old me wanted to ask him why he thinks that. He shook it off and we started to watch a movie together. An hour so later, the house phone started to ring. Luke stopped the movie and had got to the phone.
That's when we got the call that Morgan died. I was only eleven at the time. Luke hasn't smiled since then. He started to drink and get high almost every day. Since then he doesn't talk to me, he only yells at me.
At least he doesn't hurt me. He hasn't laid a hand on me, which I should be thankful for. The sound of the door opening and closing, made me get up from the bed. I put my bookmark in the book before putting it on the desk. I removed the chair and put it by the side of the door. I unlocked the door and opened it.
I slowly walked down the stairs, making sure that Luke had left the house for real. Once I made sure that Luke had left the house, I started to clean the house up again. All the beer cans, empty drug bags, and sadly; used condoms. Of course, me being me, I used gloves to pick those up.
Once the once was kind of clean, I grabbed a hidden can of air freshener, making the house not smell of beer and drugs, but there is still some smell, but it's way better than it was before.
I put the can away and made my way to the kitchen. I grabbed the garbage bag before walking out of the house and over to the garbage can that is on the side of the house. Nine of my marks started to burn and itch after I put the garbage bag away in its rightful spot.
I accepted those mates as I turned around. That's when I saw a moving truck in the duplex next door. I shook it off and walked back into the house. I grabbed the thing of cans and the rest of the recycling.
I walked back out of the house, my eyes landing on one of my new neighbors. She looked at me and our eyes met. I could tell that she is my mate just by her looking into my eyes from across the street.
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She lightly shook her head. I looked away from her before putting the bags in the recycling bin. The moment the door closed, it started to rain. I looked up at the sky before looking back at my mate. She is standing by more people now. All of them talking and some looking over at me here and there. Not caring about the rain.
I looked down and walked into the house. I closed the door before making my way to the laundry room. I took my clothes off before putting them in the washing machine. I started a load of clothes before making my way up to my room. I closed the curtains before putting on dry clothes. Maybe with some of my mates living next door, it will make me feel better.
