I turned vision blurred rushing to leave  "I've been Madoka magica'd... I needed to go I had to leave  I could its too much i- "Sprinting into the road I needed to get to her... before HE got rid of what I had left of her before they took away the belongings of my mother before they take away my first home." I thought I had accepted this I already knew yet" clenching my teeth tearin' down the street to find it my first home were the memories were good... the ones I remember at least I needed something familiar. Turing on the last block of my street I found my old house that now belonged to Dad and Zack knowing no one was a home I had one final chance to see what I was looking for between all the tacky sports rugs and the random beer cans I couldn't even tell my mom lived here.... The eerily silent halls stared back at me with all the old baby pictures torn off the wall the dust outlining the photos that once were on the wall"Heh mom never was a good housewife" Silently tiptoeing in case I was wrong I made my way up the main staircase gently walking past the boy's rooms the master bedroom and her room 

slowly turning the door nob the sent of lavender lingering in this space the purple shag carpet the cherry mahoganies dresser that set matched it was a birthday present from Grandpa "That smell reminds me of a better time before the boys got here when it was just me her and..." shaking my head I needed to take some things before he throws away all of her valuables gently looking at her colorful knickknacks and old photos even old drawing I did. look at myself in the mirror I looked exhausted my eyes bloodshot from the crying my hair a nappy mess "geez and here I thought..."My eyes wandered to the cabinet as a kid I wasn't allowed to open it but since I'm not a kid anymore maybe... firmly holding the cabinet handle I pull gently just folded pieces of paper and a leather book gingerly picking it up "This was her diary the paper the same as my letter..." tenderly touching the dull leather tears blurring my vision I heard the gentle tapping of my tears onto this duty dull leather book HER book in a fit of anger I tossed the book aside "why do I care so much she didn't leave me anything  but"I touch the charm on my neck sitting on the shag carpet 

feeling horrible for resenting my mother  I laid back on the carpet shoving her notebook into my bag "I can at least see if this has some answers"turning on my side feeling the pedant gently hit the ground closing my eyes trying g to remember this scent trying to recall the security I once had here it was peaceful at least till I felt a tug on my neckmy eyes snapped open to find the pendant glowing red angled towards the door "what the- wait I cant move WHAT THE HELL why can I catch a break-WOAH GAK" I was then choked by a necklace "lovely-" the sound of my sneakers being dragged across the linoleum such a  piercing squeakit woulada aggravated the neighbors dog I couldn't even feel my legs its like I'm paralyzed "if today couldn't get any worse...WAIT THE STAIRS"the loud sound of my body and shoes being dragged against the wooden stairs  "man that's gonna leave brusie's" FINALLY reaching the bottom it didn't let up dragging me left ad rifhgt through the house to places I haven't even seen before "when  did we have a basement" The wooden stair were older and more so on the pickly side "I really cant catch a break WHY ME- OW SPLINTER" at this point its tears of pain "so whats the big idea stupid neckla-..."