5 May 2012
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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