I'd told myself I would never come back here again ... yet
here I am. My eyes close and I’m back in her house. Our last conversation. The
last day.
Why do I even bother?
I open my eyes. Mom says I shouldn’t live in past. Move on.
Forgive. Usually, I can handle those things. With her, simple things are
complicated. Mom’s words come back to me.
“Are you sure things are complicated? Or are you just making them complicated
when they don’t have to be?”
Megan said I had trust issues. We called it quits. I wish I could
leave it like that. Before I know it, I’m on her front porch again, staring at
the door.
It hasn’t changed. On my left is a swing. That swing. Her
laughter echoes in my mind, the happy days.
“Megan,” I call, knocking on the door.
There. I did it. Here we go again.
But a few seconds later, the silence is still there. I know
she’s here. Her red car is in the driveway.
I hit the door again. Creak.
The door is cracked. Did she know I was coming? She couldn’t
have. I know her. She wouldn’t leave the it cracked on accident.
If she catches me coming in without an invitation, she’ll
know how much I miss her. That’s not what I wanted. I step into her house and
remember to take off my shoes. The white carpet feels soft against my bare
feet.
I listen for her footsteps in the kitchen. Nothing. In the
living room, the color red sends my mind in a daze.
A circle shaped blood stain on the carpet. Other than that,
the room looks normal. But something’s missing here.
Megan.
Hope you like it!
In Christ,Sarah
*shivers* Absolutely chilling, Sarah!! =)
ReplyDeleteGood job!! =D
Thanks!!:)
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