Alone Sweet Home

Marissa walked into her house and immediately threw her back pack down beside the door. She could barely make out her surroundings, as she hadn't been bothered to open any curtains earlier in the day. That really didn't matter since she was very used to navigating through the lightless house at night or even when walking about while hardly awake with her eyes slightly slitted.

Kicking her feet into the air and folding her arms over her chest, Marissa flopped onto the antique couch in a livingroom lined with many other "ancient" furnishings and items. Everything was all too old, though having value, everything seemed very empty. Having parents at home only as little as once a year or twice at most aided the heavy atmosphere. Marissa could call, cry, scream and break things and there would be not one person there to respond.

Marissa unbuttoned her white pressed and little wrinkled shirt revealing a pale blue cotton and lace bra. Running her fingers over the lace absent-mindedly, she thought of her "Cute boy", his mother's kindness to her, his father's concern over her health and the fun she'd had with his sister (regardless of the frequent mock beheadings). Was that one week what it felt like to belong, to have a family? Fingering the lace more and wiping a stray tear her thoughts shifted back to Nathaniel. "I think I might Lo... Right. I miss him."