They drop me off at home, I can have the night to myself, but I have to be packed and ready to go by 1:00 tomorrow.
I walk into the house hesitantly, afraid that he`s still in there, ready to kill me. Although I don`t know whether or not I`d like to just die, I`m sure it`d be much easier than living.
Someone barely grabs my arm and I scream.
"LET GO! LET GO OF ME!" I`m shaking and trying to yank my arm away.
"It`s okay! It`s alright, calm down, please. Look! Look at me." I slowly turn around to see the officer who took me home.
"I didn`t mean to scare you, really. I`m so sorry. I saw you struggling to go inside the house, so I came up to tell you that he isn`t in there, it`s okay, it`s safe."
"Yeah, thought it was 'safe' before, too. We both saw how that turned out." I start shaking my head. This is a shame, I think to myself... A real shame.
"I could stay if you want. I don`t even have to go inside, I`ll stand guard if you`d like." He shrugs.
"No, no, you can come inside if you want... I`m obviously shaken up, I don`t think it`s safe to be by myself." I sigh, "And from tomorrow... I won`t be able to be in this house again. I won`t have any memories of my mother except for the ones in my head, same for my grandmother." He looks confused.
"You can bring-" I cut him off.
"No. No pictures, no tapes, nothing. I`m leaving my old life behind and whatever came with it, will be left with the old version of me. I don`t think someone can go through what I`ve gone through then be able to look in the mirror and say you`re the same person. Because you aren`t." Tears long to be released, but I`m not ready to cry, not yet anyways.
"I`m gonna go pack my bags," I say, breaking the strange silence, "Make yourself comfortable, there`s an extra room downstairs, to the right. If you get hungry, help yourself to whatever`s in the fridge. Goodnight."
"Thank you," he says. "Goodnight."
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