Drowning

Welcome Home

A lot of people leave their lives behind for various reasons. Work, school, kids, etc.

It was no different for Alexia. She left her home, to just leave her life behind. Wanting nothing to do with it. Taking the chance to live alone in a secluded trailer park, far away from many other people.

It wasn't the most ideal of places, but... this is for a fresh start. So, she had to deal with it.

About eight trailers in the space. No kids. Just adults. Pulling up to her trailer. Turning off the car, and got out and approaches the door for her trailer. Unlocking it and opening it before opening the trunk to grab the few suitcases she did bring. Grabbing one for each hand knowing she would have to come back outside to grab the other two.

Setting them down in what would be her living room. The carpet was tan, the walls were made of fake wood. The inside looked boring. But, Alexia had to be optimistic. This is her new home for now. She didn't plan on staying too long.

Heading back towards the door to grab her things, someone — presumably a neighbor. Jumping and puts a hand on her chest over her heart as she was startled.

"Jesus!" Alexia exclaimed, taking a look at the man who was in the doorway.

"Relax," the man began. "I just came here to introduce myself. You're new around here."

"Yeah, I'm new around here. Can I help you with anything?" Alexia's eyebrow raised as she wonders why this stranger is in her doorway.

"Sorry, guess I should've introduced myself. My name's Robert. I came over to introduce myself and to tell you we like things to remain quiet around here. Meaning no loud music, yelling, or anything like that."

Alexia's smiles a bit sarcastically before saying, "yes. That's understandable. Luckily I am a quiet individual."

"What the hell is this man's deal?" She thinks to herself.

She wasn't made aware of any rules by the head of the area; Martha.

"Great. Welcome to the trailer park!" Robert says, taking his leave.

Alexia follows him outside and goes to her car. Grabbing her things. Making a mental note to avoid Robert as he seemed a bit odd. Going back inside the trailer. Closing and locking the door to unpack.

Making herself at home — it felt welcoming enough. All she had to do was pray not everyone was as weird as him. Once everyone was unpacked, she leaves her trailer to go find Martha. All the trailers looked so much alike. A painful white color. Their 'yards' all varied throughout. Some had clothing lines, others had gardens. It looks like such a nice place to stay.

Wandering until she found the older woman; Martha. Martha is a frail middle aged woman, white hair sprinkling her light brown hair, teeth yellowing.