((I cant wait any longer, I know it wont be done, but I need to write about something on here.. And so here! Kind of creepy, like it though..))
Heart was set on contemplating life in the future, a sore for eyes had laid upon her though. She couldn't understand it, she didn't want to be here, it was horrid. Its large windows just sat there looking back to her, its red bricks showing the grime of its elderness, it was horrid!
She didn't want to be here, she didn't want to be on the face of the Earth at the moment, but something pulled her here, it was a force to herself that she only had one word for; parents.
Both had schemed this, both knew the travesties that layed in their poor daughter's head, so they thought of this, they thought this would steer her away from her lifestyle but they were wrong.
She took a brief look at the house, then back to the car which sped away, and investigated in her pocket for it, the cigarette.
"Have to clean," she began mocking her parents, "have to tidy. Don't forget to have fun though, we'll come back in two weeks to see how you are. God, why here? Why this blasted place?!" She took a step forward as she inhaled the smoke, she hated the taste but it calmed her.
She looked inside, it was drafted but it had alot of room. It was grim, beyond grim, it was in her favor. She sucked on the f** between her teeth as she opened the home to the sunlight. It's drafty furniture just sat there, covered in dust but it had style.
It had something, a fuel that must've kept the house going, something that allowed the house live forever. She walked to the back, looking to a large kitchen, it was cold, deadly cold. She felt the presence of something there, but all she did in return was puff the cigarett between her teeth, loving the way it calmed her.
((The story is not finished, and so I need to continue to write, will be done soon!))
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