Amanda

Memories and a mystery

 My mind went blank. Every clock tic or a bird tweet was blocked out. Even Mr Jones's loud sobbing was drowned out. All I could hear was silence. Nothing but silence. Inside I was slowly breaking down

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Parking my car in the gravel driveway,I looked out my window to the familiar sight of my old house. I could see the cobwebs and dust that hung and waved in the summer breeze around on the porch fence. Coming back here was like going back in time, to when things were way simpler and life was way easier. 

Opening the car door, I got out and went to the boot of my car to get my suitcase. My converse shoes hitting the gravel made an all so fimmilar noise to when my brother and I came home from school or shopping. Opening the boot door and getting out my suitcase, I looked around the neighbourhood. Nothing much had changed within the past seven years. The sunset made the empty street seem way more quieter. Even with the lorikeets singing a tune and the next door's German shepherd barking at something that's in the gutter didn't seem as loud. 

Shrugging, I rolled my small suitcase down the driveway and to the front porch. The Small and large chips that came off the stone staircase and the overgrown and thorn spitting rose bushes had made the place more and more uninviting. Biting my lip and pushing pass all the memories that came flooding back into my mind, I stepped onto the first uneven stone stair. I cept doing that till I was on the porch. The blue paint had faded drastically, almost making it seem gray. The old beach chair still sat in the same spot, in the shaded part next to the big old wooden door. The small pictures I carved onto the bottom of the oak door were still there. The door was now only about two centirmeters taller than me rather than being one meter taller than my ten year old self. Reaching out for the handle and placing my hand on it, I felt the cold sensation of metal touch my skin. 

The door made a loud creaking noise as it opened, letting me get flushed with coldness. Reacting instantly, I brang my hands up to my arms feeling the goosebumps as I quickly grased my hands up and down in an attempt to warm myself. After a little while the coldness went away and the cool summer breeze came back. I walked into the rather small two bedroom cottage. The wooden floor was covered in dust and the large grandfather clock had grown many cobwebs. A cockroach crawled out from the gap behind the large piece of furniture that stood awkwardly at the end of the hallway. There were two hallways and two doors. If I can remember right, the closest hallway to me on the left led to a Victorian styled lounge and dinning room. The next one on the right of me lead kitchen,washing room and bathroom. And the two doors that were at the end of the hallway led to the bedrooms. Turing on the light, everything was casted into a yellowish glow.(p.s she closed the door) As I was walking down the grayish yellow hallway, I noticed the small holes in each side of the walls, marking were hangings of my preschool drawings and paintings were placed. Smiling at the memory of the badly drawn and painted pictures of my brother and I, made me feel a sense of  warmth and wonderment. 

Finally reaching the door of my room (which  was on the right side), all the wonderful memories came flooding back into my mind. Memories of when my brother and I went to met Mr and Mrs Jones who, in fact, had a child the same age as me. Her name was Amanda. I can still remember her so called "lucky" star dress that always had mud and dirt on it. Another memory was of when my brother and I planted the rose bushes out at the front. It was a wonderfull memory that I wish to keep with me. Opening the door, I was flooded with even more memories. One was when I first started sleeping without my little chicken plush. I still remember her name, Chica(totally didn't steal this idea from Fnaf noooo....tho credit to Scott Cawthorn). She had big pink eyes and a cute little beak that wasn't sharp.