I'm looking at the address in my hands. I has never seen it in my entire life and now I'm is supposed to live there. Just a few days ago I was happily living with her parents. But that stupid car had to hit them. A tear leaves my eyes as I'm is still looking at the address. But I quickly wipe them away as I hears footsteps coming my way. It's Paul a family friend but I don't know him well. "how are you holding up kid?" I don't answer instead I turn away. How do you think I'm holding up I just went to the funeral of my parents I think. Paul stares at the address. "how about I drop you and your stuff off, do you know how to get there?" I shake my head. "I'm sure it will be a fine place." he doesn't sound sure but I get in the car anyway. I will not sleep under a bridge so I'll have to go I think as some encouragement.

While we ride Paul tries to make some conversation but I only stare out of the window. He gets the hint and doesn't try anymore. After a silent ride we stop at a gas station and I freeze. "please tell me this isn't...he cuts me off and says" no it isn't I just needed more gas. " I relax and watch out of the window again. It's pretty calm outside there is no one to be seen. I roll down my window to get some fresh air and I hear some leaves rustling but I can't see anyone." it's probably just the wind." but then it hits me. There is no wind not even a little breeze. It gives me an uneasy feeling and to be sure I roll up my window. While I do that I hear the door open and Paul steps into the car.

When we are on the road again I can't stop thinking about the leaves rustling. "Paul, did you notice that there isn't any wind today?" I ask bluntly. Paul grips the wheel tighter and answers. "why do you ask?" I still don't know if I should tell him about the leaves so I decide against it. He'll probably just think I'm paranoid. "oh nothing I just wanted to know." smooth Scarlett I think and I mentally slap myself.

The car stops at a big wait no a huge house well not exactly a house more of a mansion. I immediately check the address and ask "there must be some kind of mistake my parents can never afford this." I freak out. "just go inside it'll be right knowing your parents" Paul says. I manage to calm down and I can't help but think about how crazy my parents ideas sometimes were. This was probably one of them. I step out of the car and get my bag. "do I need to help?" Paul asks. "no I'll be fine I just need to trust my parents." I manage to smile. I wave Paul goodbye as he drives away. I walk up to the front door and reach for the key. Wait key? I think back. I got the address but I never got a key I start to panic as I reach in my bag for my phone. But then the door opens. A blond haired guy with glasses stands in the doorway. He looks at me with blue gray eyes.

Choice 1: what are you doing in my house? Go to 2.1

Choice 2: say nothing. Go to 2.2

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