The house was empty when she got home, just like it always is. All she could hear were the echoes that her shoes were making as she walked on the hard wood floor. She continued to walk towards her room, but she stopped for a moment upon noticing that not even the sun’s bright rays shining through the window could brighten the glum-looking room.
After the moment past, she continued to walk up to her room. She walked in through the plain white door, and she sat on her bed. For some reason, her room felt bigger than it did when she left for school, and she doesn’t know why. Perhaps it was because she was alone. Her mother was working late, and her father...there’s never been a father in the picture since she was younger. Her brother was still at school, hanging out with his friends. She, on the other hand, just sat silently in her room. She listened to the silence that was surrounding her, it was deafening. She was going to be home alone until late. She was going to be the one stuck doing whatever it was that her mother left for her to do, but she doesn't complain; she never does.
She continued to sit in her empty bedroom quietly as her eyes looked over to her nightstand. Her hands were itching to open the small drawer. She needed it, and it was calling her. She knew that she shouldn’t, but it gives her the pleasure that no other thing has ever been able to do. She knew that it was wrong, but it was the only way she could escape her own little world for a little while—at least that was what she thought. For months, it was the only thing that made her feel better.
She didn’t want to do it, but as she continued to look over to her nightstand, she slowly gave in to her needs. Absentmindedly, her hands slowly opened the drawer. It was full to the top with papers and notebooks where she had written her secrets and stories on. She had to dig around through the overflowing drawer for a little while, but once she saw the pink notebook, she didn’t have to look further. The small tiny object was beneath it, and she reached for it like her life depended on it. It was small, and it shone against the sun’s bright rays. Her heart was pounding loud in her ears, and it was all that she could hear. For a second, she smiled, and all of a sudden, everything was forgotten as she got up from her bed. She walked inside her own bathroom, and she locked the door to make sure that no one could get in, but it was stupid. No one was home, and no one was going to be looking for her anytime soon.