HomeHome by ~TenajOniNeko22
The place I consider home would have to be my grandparents house. I lived there until I was five, when my mom and I moved in with my step-dad into a small apartment nearby. When I was six we transferred to California for a little over two years. My mom had my first little brother there. The four of us moved to a house in Crest Hill for almost a year, then moved up north to Rolling Meadows for nearly two years. While we waited to move into the house I live in today, my mom, step-dad, little brother, and I stayed in one of the rooms in my grandparents house. Then we moved into my current house. Since then my mom and step-dad have g
A Substitute?I've just finished rinsing the last of the suds off my body. The warm water runs through my hair down my back.A Substitute? by ~TenajOniNeko22
I stand there, waiting for something. Thinking. I turn the heat up. I take a deep breath and turn it all the way.
I might be crying because the water hurts. I might be crying because of what I'm thinking about. I might not be crying at all.
The water burns down my face, to my neck. It burns my back and my front. I take another few deep breaths and just stand in the rain of heat.
It starts to turn cold. I've used up all the hot water. I turn the shower off and grab my towel.
I leave the bathroom in search of a sharp object.