Muted Voices

12

I decided after a really long walk that going home wouldn't be such a bad idea.

Maybe it was just the thought of going into a warm house instead of standing out in the cold...

I walked Butters home, then went back to the house.

I thought, at the time, that it was good that it was dead silent.

Boy, was I wrong.

The house was dead silent, not a single word or noise at all.

I closed the door behind me, it creaked again, like it always does.

I took off my shoes at the door, compared to what I normally do - taking them off in my room.

I walked through the living room, and into the kitchen.

Still no one.

Some food was missing, but I shrugged it off. I hadn't been through the pantry in a few days at least.

I marched up the stairs almost silently. Once I got to the top, I noticed that Craig's door was open.

It's normally not open.

I peeked around the corner of the door, to look into his room without being seen.

They were both there on the bed, kissing and such.

This was what I wish was happening. But it wasn't the case.

I looked into the room, to find it nearly empty. No one was in there, but most of the stuff was gone.

I down the hall at my room. The door was still shut.

I walked over and opened it.

It was the same as when I'd left it, a few hours prior.

I closed the door again and turned around.

I walked down the stairs and this time I went into the living room.

I looked at the coffee table, to see a small sticky note stuck to the table.

Bye.

I stared at it for a minute.

He left.

He left without telling me.

I sat down on the carpet and looked down at it.

Slowly, I sat the note back onto its place on the table. Then, I looked back down.

A tear stained the carpet.

It still needs vacuumed.