My mum had picked me up afterwards and by my disgruntled face she knew that it had not gone well. The ride home was silent. The cars motor filled my head. My mum didn't bother to talk, she knew I wouldn't respond so there wasn't any point.
The house was silent as we walked through the door, my footsteps echoed across the empty hallway, my mum breaking the silence.
"So I get it the therapist wasn't great?" She laughed but it was strained. I nodded and headed straight for the kitchen. I felt bad for my mum having to live with a mute child but she hasn't had to see the things I've seen. The bread was cold as I took it out the bread bin, the packet crinkled as I opened it. I stared in disbelief, we had only brought this loaf yesterday fresh but there was already green, fluffy mold littered all over the food. It was uneatable. I wrinkled my face and chucked the packet in the bin. I guess food wasn't gonna be a problem.
"Melody, Melody, are you even listening?" I heard and looking towards the table my mum was standing beside it looking at me. Her blonde hair curled around her perfect heart face in a bob cut, her scarlet dress flitting in the wind and little small sandals perched around her feet. Melody, that was my name and I hated it. I muttered something inaudible and left the room.
I had shared my bedroom with my sister before she had fallen that is. Her name was Clarissa, so much nicer than mine, I guess that's why my ex had clearly loved her more. The stupid affair, with my own sister even.
The room was cold, the beds stiff as they sat in opposite corners. Posters draping the walls, a solid oak bookcase leant against one wall and a wardrobe next to the other. My side of the room was full of tiny little trinkets but my sister's was empty, I had shouted to have them all taken out, I didn't want to see any of it. She had a collection of dolls as well but they were thrown out, broken and cracked, missing eyes and missing limbs, they gave me nightmares
A white door cut into the wall, leading to the suite. I headed towards it. The bathroom was cold as well, the sink dirty, littered with makeup, the bath wet.. the mirror was steamed though as if someone had recently had a shower or a bath but I knew the house had been clear for at least six hours. I stepped timidly into the room and grabbed a towel, wiping down the mirror and jumped.
A face peering out from the mist, their hand clenched onto my shoulder, nails piercing my skin, I could almost feel it. I swung my hand out and spun around but the bathroom was empty, the mirror was empty. The house was empty besides me and my mum. I calmed my beating heart and left the bathroom and collapsed on my bed hoping I could fall asleep and stay there forever.