ive been homeless for about a month now. ever since my boyfriend kicked me out ive been helpless. ive been at a hotal for the longest time, and no one would help me. my parents were deceased, and my brother lived in another continent, and there was no way in hell that i could afford a plane ticket. so i searched for a house. i saw one on sale, out in the boonies. it was really cheap, and i needed a house, so i bought it with the rest of my cash. i put all my boxes in the spar room, and tried to forget about all of the other things that happened in the past. i didnt want to do too much today, so i ordered pizza, and decided to head to bed. the only thing i did was put a few pots pan and glasses away, and then went to bed. then, i woke up abruptly and was sweating and my throat was dry. i looked at my alarm clock. the time read 3:13. it was pretty late, and even though i knew the rumors weren't true, i still felt afraid. i never slept with my door open, but i dont know why i decided too, but i did. i pulled the covers off of me, and went through the door. i walked passed the guest room, the bathroom, and into the living room that was connected to the kitchen. i grabbed my glass, and walked back to my room. i drank the water, and went back to sleep.

chapter 2 part 1 will be continued

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