The welcome party

It had been three months since I’d arrived in the Morgan estate. This kind of place made me want to puke. I needed an escape to deal with the robotic people and plastic smiles. Thankfully I’d discovered that escape. The estate was large enough that I could walk for hours on end. Alone with my thoughts the way I had always preferred it. I’d also found a piano in what seemed like one of the lesser used parts of the estate. I’d started to play back at the home, one of the few good things to come from that hell hole. Thought it would give me purpose and calm me down. Make me see things in a happier light. It didn’t work but I did appreciate the music. Having a soundtrack to my life. And for a moment letting harmony wash over me.

I’d always thought the past is a puzzle, like a broken mirror. As you piece it together, you cut yourself, your image keeps shifting. And you change with it. It could destroy you, drive you mad. It could set you free. Now the same could be said of the future. A life in this place so far away from not only the street but my town, Chicago. Daniel had brought me here, to his estate, to the piano, to this moment of clarity, where time slows down, and I choose to look back, to see myself. All I saw was a gaping hole. A place to get lost and never find your way back out of. There’s a reason I never talk about my past. It’s partially because I don’t want to remember and partially because I don’t know.

It had been an odd two days. Daniel had asked us to be the heroes this town needs. A laughable idea but I suppose I owed the man enough to indulge his wild ideas. Plus if it gave me a chance to vent who was I to complain. A reason to fight; to feel; to do what I was meant to do. Taking out the drug labs seemed to easy. A few punches here a little bit of murdering by Alex. The kid was as cold as that ice he used to kill those men. I don’t blame him. It was us or them and they probably deserved it.

Eventually we got back. God knows where the others went but Alex and I returned to the mansion. Eventually as sunrise came we slept.Something in the night felt like a door had been opened, an echo of the past, an old monster snapping its eyes open in the depths of my brain. Closing my eyes forced me to look at the darkness inside

The welcome party

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