"Today was the day." I said to myself, waking up from my bed.

I looked around my room to find my things packed in plastic boxes. My clothes, encased in cardboard.

My nose had tracked scents of alcohol and wood. I could tell something changed by how clean my room was.

I rolled out from my bed, my feet touching the cold floor. My eyes, still slightly blurred by the lighting in the emptied room.

I sighed and attempted to walk toward the door, feeling the cold air coming from it's cracks.

Opening the door, I looked out into the long white hallway where I used to play in. Seeing...