I was doing my usual daily walk through the forest when I came upon an abandoned house, which I swore was never there before.
I decided to take a quick look through the house but found nothing of interest, except for a very creepy painting of a frightened girl, hanging above the old fireplace. Something about the look in her eyes made me feel extremely uncomfortable, and I tried to avert my gaze but to no avail. On her face was a pained expression, with a hint of confusion and fear. I thought it was very strange that anyone would want this painting in their home, it started to make me feel sick looking at it. I decided to head home and have a hot bath, try to relax, and put the image of the girl out of my head.
The next day I got up and started getting ready for work, when I noticed a voicemail from my boss telling me not to come in. I was fired. I called my best friend to vent and ask if he knew of any work, he refused to speak to me and said not to call him again. When I asked him why, I heard the receiver smash down. I decided I was going to go see him in person and find out what was going on, what did I do? I got to his house and knocked for 5 minutes straight when he finally answered the door. He wouldn't look at me in the eyes, he was acting like I was a disgusting thing, too horrid to be around or look at. It felt humiliating and degrading. Why was he doing this to me?
But it wasn't just him.
I found myself walking through the streets, physically holding myself together and trying not to break down. I started to look up at the people walking around me, and was crushed when I noticed that they were acting the same way as my 'friend'. They looked through and around me, their paces quickening as they tried to get away from me as fast as possible.
I ran as fast as I could, trying to keep my eyes from looking at the people who wouldn't look at me. I ran for my house, my safe haven, where I could be alone and figure this all out.
There was a big sign on the door: EVICTED.
No. No, this couldn't be happening, why was this happening?
I spend the rest of the day wandering the streets of my city, trying to find a place to go, avoided by all who crossed my path. The abandoned house came into my mind, maybe I could stay there for awhile? I searched for a few cold sleepless nights, but never found it.
Days of trying to explain myself turned into weeks. The little money I had left went unspent, as no stores would serve me. I started to look for the abandoned house every day, until it became an obsession. This all started when I went there, was there a connection? What was that place, and where has it gone? What if I did find it and nothing changes? I couldn't even think about the last thing, it was much too painful. That's where all this started, and that is where it will end.
I stood alone in the forest, waiting, always waiting, hoping, dreaming, begging for it to come and free me from this existence. The Abandoned House. It was in every dream. It was all I could see now with wide open eyes and a closed mouth, too frightened to speak. It haunted every thought I had, until I was no more. I was The Abandoned House. An empty shell neglected and left to rot, invisible to all, remembered by no one. I would never find The Abandoned House, because I became it.
^^ My new writing notebook, made from an old book that I bought at Stefan's work.