What do you think the greatest mistake you could make in your life is? Would it be that you let someone in your life that ruined it or believing in the promises that could never be given to you, that's how a world of mines is.
I Mayrin Laren have been dealing with a past that keeps reappearing into my life recurringly, you see I grew up amongst a suspicious family don't get me wrong i love my family from my great aunt to the youngest born but i notice the very house we all meet in for whatever reason rather it be a birthday, family gatherings, or a passing it was like an unspoken meeting ground for us.
that's until i broke one rule never go UPSTAIRS it was the attic yes, but the routing system of the house was built like an extra layout of rooms, I mostly knew of it due to me being younger but there were certain areas we weren't allowed. with that i fell silent I led myself up the creaky old wood and carpeted stairs small yet big enough for you to manage to move to the next. Short but steady step after the other I never noticed how old and tethered the hall up to the attic would be, dusted the house has been in the family for years you could see clearly the age from the dusty and creaky wood I'm surprised it hadn't caved in yet.
Making my way to the top I stopped it was dark...a little too dark to make out anything reaching up I remembered there was always this string that was attached to the light of the hallway pulling it gently it flickered it gave me chills seeing what once i didn't mind as a child turn Ere the heat was almost unbearable, but I didn't complain. Marching forward i saw the room i use to have now turned into an abandoned library of my great aunts she was always into the books and the finer things of life but one day stopped i always remembered her giving different answers to use little kids because as us then you wouldn't think to enforce your curiosity onto your elders. Going in deeper i quietly eyed everything head to do "fascinating" i whispered my throat heavy but voice soft as if there was someone to hear me "not an inch of anything moved but every speck of dust covers it all" making sure to watch my step along the way i couldn't help but enter what use to be my old room, now filled with books and bookshelves of old books "tsk there isn't anything here but books and books and-" i suddenly stopped in my tracks there laying in view a large desk table filled with ripped pages of anatomy books documents and papers of notes taking my phone out i took as many photos as i could of what i could see and i saw one of which having my name reaching in i was ready to grab up the paper and fold it up to store in my pocket for later but unexpectedly my mother rushed in grabbing my hand before i could pick anything up.