For people that aren't loved

-The new House-

Nico Ernest Campos
We're finally here. The home of new beginnings. I got my suitcase and went into my new room. It was big, yellowish wall and a wood floor. It was warm in here but not unventilated. It was pretty fresh and it smelled like mint. There was a closet and a bed in the room. Next to the closet was a door that led me to my own bathroom. I never had an own bathroom I always shared it with someone. I guess having more alone time is good. The bathroom looked so bright like my room. But my mom said we can paint it before we put everything at it's place. I will be helping my parents the whole week so I won't have school.
We gathered everything in every room but now my dad will get black paint for me and my mom and me will put everything up. She also brought our Christmas stuff since next month is Christmas. Remember my birthday was a week ago. We will start in the living room. This whole thing is was brighter then I thought. These walls aren't yellow but white. Even brighter. I guess I will get used to it. We started at the part of the kitchen from the living room. When I was little me and my sister made little stars for Christmas. We kept them till now. They are green and red. We made a little thing for every holiday. We sat for hours and had the most creative ideas. We sadly didn't keep all of them. I can't even remember anything we did except the ones we kept. I wish we made photos of it and we made a lot of pictures and I absolutely hated being on there. My sister enjoyed being in there. She loved being the attention for everyone and we loved that. It may boost her ego but she would still be the beautiful and caring person she is.
My mom caught me overthinking and brought me back and said "I'll put some Fall out Boy on." As usual she knows how to help. Sometimes she puts green day on but that's based on her mood. She liked Fall out boy more since her favourite song 'thnks fr th mmrs' is by them. It's one of my favourites as well. I always sing it on Fridays for my little concert for them. I hope someone from my new school is interested and will sing with me on Fridays. I would literally accept anyone that is nice and would sing with me. I don't care if it bad singing. As long as we both enjoy it it's amazing. My mom smiled at me and gave me the little stars. I hang them everywhere but in a symmetrical way. I some how can't stand when it's not symmetrical. I looked it up and it said I may have OCD. I'm not sure because I don't know what to believe anymore.
My mom also brought a little Christmas tree which she put under the stars. It looked so sweet and warm. I could stare at it a way longer but my father came home with the black paint. We straight up went to my room and painted everything black.
My room is now more like me. I still need to put all the memories and other stuff up. Both of my parents helped me and smiled at the memories. They are glad I brought them and that I won't forget them. I think they are very proud that I'm alive and eating enough. They know I struggle but they are glad to have me here. When I smile it's like the best thing ever just happened to them. When I smile it's usually talking about my sister or when I remember something about my sister. It sounds like an obsession but it's more like a reason to live. Family. The only thing that matters to me with music. I feel numb inside. Nothing is irrelevant anymore. I probably wouldn't care if some murder came in my room. I would only care if it's a murder that wants my family. I would most definitely become some random ninja that will beat the shit out of them. I can't lose another person I love. Well I should get going and get everything clean and set up before next weeks school start....