Empty Rooms

The boxes lay strewn about the place, the scattered remains of a house once full of love and happiness. Almost as if to signify the end of something, perhaps final moments, some spirits long already departed. It's definitely more empty now she thought. She sat alone on the staircase listening to the noises of the other residents each involved in there own separate lives. She sighed and leant backwards clutching the edge of the step with her fingers, her heat beat like a train racing along the tracks and her breathe catching awkwardly in her lungs. She wasn't ready for all of this, the honest truth behind her painted smile. She was terrified. 

A friendly furry face brushed against her leg and she raised her hand to soothe it. "This was never really home anyway" she said to the creature "Not for me anyway you know, but it was a nice idea for a while". The cat brushed its cheek against her hand eagerly. "I suppose it's different for you guys, but this is no place for my kind" 

She stood slowly rubbing her fingers along the familiar cracks in the wall, she glanced behind her into a room she had spent many a day basking in the positive energy of a family torn to shreds by uncovered secrets and underhand behaviour. The very emptiness of the once occupied rooms more than what she thought at first glance , there was more than just a lack of bodies, there was the stench of severed connections and forgotten affections. 

What was it that had even been here in the first place? The very safety and security had come tumbling down in no time like chalk cliffs under the barrage of a relentless ocean. It was hard to think back, painful almost to the time when it felt like she'd finally found acceptance, like there was a strange bond almost like that of a family. This was truly the end of an era, and in the lonely silence she felt it more than ever. She stumbled back to a room that had once been her own , not that it had felt that way for such a long time.

An alien amongst a reflection of her own kind, an enemy within friendly lines with no intention. She fell upon her bed almost as if the very life within her merely ceased to exist. It was all too much to take in at once, for a single moment everything had seemed so perfect. But the dream like haze of such a believable lie was starting to fade and as the last of the belongs were removed. Perhaps her affection faded too.