Truth Hurts|Part Eleven

Truth Hurts
Part Eleven

I smiled to myself as he walked out the door.
But as soon as he was gone, I felt so lonely and empty.
I sighed and walked to my mom's room, taking with me a large box.
I packed her stuff up, but stopped when I found something small sticking out of the drawer.
It was a picture of her, Christopher, and me together, smiling, when it was my birthday and we were at the park.
I had begged her that nothing huge, like a party.
It had been just her, Christopher, and me.
No one else. Not even Chelsea.
Chelsea, a lying slut, who I thought I could trust.
I was angry. Just thinking of her reminded me of Mike.
Remembering how he lied to me twice.
Remembering my earlier pain.
I started to tear up a bit, so I got up and put the picture in my room.
I walked back into my mother's room and packed up everything. All our pictures went into my room.
Her clothes and jewelry were packed up.
I cried every now and then, but I knew I had to move on.
I finally finished. Sighing, I put the boxes in my room, then cleared out the rest for Christopher to put his stuff in there.
I turned to leave, but suddenly remembered the spare closet that she had.
"Oh! I almost forgot!" I said to myself.
I walked over there and opened it.
On the floor there was a note.
"Hm, what in the world?" I muttered, picking it up.
The thing it said made me scream, when I did as told, but I was immediately stopped when a hand covered my mouth.
What the note said:
Turn Around...

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