It’s not odd at all to have a connection with a home, a place where bits of your life happened. But what about a home that you have no personal connection to other than noticing it’s sheer beauty peering out from amongst a thick blanket of trees? I cannot even begin to explain the flood of excitement and admiration that washed over me the first time I spotted the house I will from here on out refer to as Margaret. Like with most places I find, I was out on a random weekend drive. While speeding down Route 2 in Mason County, West Virginia toward Point Pleasant, a road I’ve been down countless times, something in the distance caught my eye that I had never noticed. I quickly turned around and headed off the main road, dropped my car into 2nd gear and began to slowly ascend up a narrow one lane back road. As I grew closer and the trees parted, I simply could not believe what laid upon my gaze. How could something so beautiful and majestic just be sitting here all alone? Needless to say I immediately fell in love with this antebellum gem. Dozens of questions about this place flooded my curious mind as I drove up the muddy and narrow driveway. That was in December 2015.
Over the past year or so I’ve been periodically making the 45 minute drive to shoot photos of Margaret. No matter what my mood she always made me feel better. I don’t know why I immediately felt such a strong connection with a home that I’ve never lived in. Perhaps she knew I would be coming along one day and admire her how someone once had. I sure as hell can’t fathom why someone would leave her behind. Sadly while on a recent visit, that same moment of laying eyes on her as the trees parted that made me fall in love, this time made my heart fall to the pit of my stomach. At first glance at a distance I thought maybe someone was demolishing the home. As I drove closer I realized that it was far worse. Margaret had been torched. I looked at my girlfriend and just kept saying “No! No! No!” as we drove closer. How!? Why?! I had just visited a few weeks prior and everything was fine. Judging by what’s left (or rather lack there of) it appears she burned for a while. Who the hell would do something like this? One thing is for certain, I will miss Margaret dearly.
The abandoned house isn’t so abandoned anymore. There is a family living in it, walking around on the carpet we once slept on, using the back door as if it was never our gateway to another place, far away from our troubles.
My bedroom window blinds stay open at night in the hopes that I see your truck’s headlights one more time. There are little reminders of you all around my house and I refuse to push to them to the back of my mind or physically get rid of them.
The streets and gardens surrounding my house stay quiet, no one plays the game anymore. I don’t think anyone remembers how to play quite frankly.
Thanks to you I know how to fix my towel racks when they become loose and I know how to get rid of burn marks on the bottom of my tub if I ever decide to burn another journal.
In the city last night, I found out that the place where you asked me to be yours no longer exists. In the city last night, you called me, I don’t know whether you saw me or if you just knew I was there but you did and still I didn’t answer. I’m still scared of the consequences if I did.
Most of my clothes are connected to a memory or two from when I was with you. They are the kind of memories I hold onto now as I try to focus on the good stuff and not the bad.
Overall, I forgave but I have not forgotten. The scars are rooted too deep for me to forget as I struggle everyday not to break down and cry over the loss of you- the one I gave my heart to.
One day in the future, I hope I won’t see the ghost of you in my house, making me laugh, kissing me or talking with my father. I pray that those days come soon so that I may move on and focus a little more on myself. But heaven knows I’m not trying to move on right now, it hurts too much to let it all go.
\A/N: okay this is my first writing piece so i know its bad but i do hope you kinda like it
1,115 words do give me some feed back on how i can improve :)) //
(Setting the scene: its early morning after a full moon and during the night the animagi Marauders had lost their werewolf friend in the forest. Its a cold summers morning where we focus in on an abandoned house)
The sun was rising on the east side of the house, the wind was blowing an icy chill through the rooms. In one of the bedrooms of the shrieking shack lay a boy shivering hard against the wooden floor. It was around four am when three boys came in to find him there, he didn’t look up nor did he turn around he only said “sorry”. The boys in the door way walked towards him and sat either side of him.
“Hey Rem, it’s okay, we’ve seen worse. We were worried as to where you got to but everything is fine now”
It was Sirius. Remus turned his head still shivering to gaze up at him, his eyes were warm and welcoming, his smile simple but loving and his hair, his glorious hair fell around his neck so perfectly it looked unreal, at that Sirius looked away and walked out the room leaving Remus utterly confused. As Remus started to sit up the third boy stood up and strode over to the bed, where he picked up the fluffiest quilt, that hadn’t been ripped apart, and placed it around Remus before sitting back down on the floor.
“Thank you Peter” Remus said with a sweet smile on his face. At that moment Peter and the remaining boy, James, stood up and pulled Remus to his feet. They guided him to the bed a helped him sit. He was stiff and saw from the previous night, he felt like every part of his body had been frozen still for years.
“You’ll be alright for a minute, we’re just going to see where Sirius got to.” James said before he and Peter swiftly turned and walked out the room.
Remus looked around the room at the broken mirror and the torn curtains, this started his eye watering. He had always been ashamed of what he was and how he acted, but looking at the destruction he caused made him feel worse. When he caught sight of the broken mirror all he could do imagine was a monster looking into it and a monster looking back, before the sound of clashing glass echoed through the building a howls filled the air. At that moment tears filled his eyes and he couldn’t hold it any longer, the icy cold water fell down his scared cheeks and dropped onto the fluffy blanket that was wrapped around his hands. Suddenly he heard a knock at the door.
It was Sirius.
“Sorry about that just needed to get some air, felt dizzy that’s all.”
He walked further into the room, followed closely by James and Peter. Remus had never seen Sirius like this, all tense and nervous. Sirius had sat down next to Remus and started to wipe the tears away. Silence filled the room and a piercing sound filled Remus’s head, but was interrupted by James.
“Well Peter and I are just going to, um, make sure everything else is in place.”
Remus looked up and nodded his head as James pivoted on his heel while smirking before he sauntered away with Peter hot on his heels. Remus turned his head to see Sirius was staring at him, but as soon as he made eye contact Sirius quickly jerked his head to look away.
“Is everything alright Pads, you seem anxious?” he had forgotten about why he was crying only moments ago. As his heart filled with dread Remus’s mind started to fill with horrible situations that could have made one of his best friends feel this way. Maybe it was that he had hurt him during his transformation, or that something had happened to Regulus, because as much as he denied it Sirius loved his brother.
Again silence filled the room and Remus’s whole body began to shake, but this time not because he was cold, he was nervous. Him and Sirius had never been alone in such an awkward situation. Sirius would usually make a joke because, ironically, he was the least serious person that Remus knew. Remus placed his hand on Sirius’s shoulder and this immediately made him freeze..
Sirius slowly turned around and took deep breaths before looking at Remus’s confused and worried face, they made eye contact again. This time Sirius just stared and as he stared his hart started to beat faster and faster until it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest, he looked at Remus’s face in more detail, and traced the scars that ran across it with his fingers. But when he realised what he was doing he stood up abruptly and ran out of the room leaving Remus alone once again.
At that point Remus heard the running foot steps of two other boys coming up the stairs, James and Peter suddenly entered the room trying to catch their breath.
“where did Pads go?” James blurted out, and Remus just shrugged.
“well I better go find him, Peter stay here look after Remus” at the James sprinted off out the house but Remus still heard him say “I knew he wouldn’t do it” while giggling.
“Pete, what did prongs mean by he knew he wouldn’t do it?” Remus asked as the remaining boy sat besides him.
“well..” Wormtail began “Sirius has been talking about admitting his feelings about you, to you for ages and we told him to do it after the next full mo-“ The surprised look on his face indicated to Remus that Pete shouldn’t have said that.
“what do you mean admit his feelings for me? What the bloody hell is going on?! And you better tell me because I will not me happy if you don’t!” by the end of this Remus realised he was raising his voice and took a bit of chocolate out of his pocket to calm himself down.
“well…” Peter started, he told Remus about how ever since the party for the first time James caught the golden snitch Sirius had fallen for Rem. Pete spoke about all the times Siri joked about calling Remus cute names that he meant it, and all the times Sirius was staring he was wishing Remus would stare back.
“So you’re telling me that Pads is.. is in love with me?” Remus said trying to hide the happiness in his tone, but failing.
“ye- wait where are you going?” But before Peter got an answer Remus was limping down the stairs….
concept: my room stays clean and i dont feel crowded. my window stays open so i constantly feel the cold air outside. the wind blows occasionally and sometimes my favorite song is the rain. i paint things on my wall so when my house is empty and abandoned someone will wander upon it n walk inside and wonder what kind of person wrote those things and why.