
Chapter Four.
I honestly don't know what I was expecting to happen when we reached the front door. I defiantly didn't expect Alo to casually walk through it. My eyes widen slightly as I stare at the door.
Noticing my absence he pops his head out. "Oak? You coming?" I nod mutely before squeezing my eyes shut, and stepping forward.
Opening my eyes, I am greeted by the familiar hall. Each painting is in the exact same place, as well as the ornaments on the windowsill. The only difference is the photographs - each one that did contain me, now contains Addison or Isaac or an unfamiliar woman.
"And so our journey begins" Alo announces evenly.
Before I can question him, the woman from the pictures walks down the stairs. She looks to be in her late thirties and has light brown hair, which reaches just past her shoulders. Her skin is the same pale shade as mine, and she has pale blue eyes. Her lips are curved into a small content smile.
"Mum?!" A voice calls. Addison's voice. My sister... So that means-
"Yes?" The woman calls out, walking towards the kitchen.
Addison runs down the stairs. Her long blonde hair flying behind her like a cape. Her blue eyes are lit with happiness - an unusual emotion for her.
"Can I help you cook? I have nothing to do right now."
What the hell is happening? That is not like Addison at all. She'd rather be seen dead than in a kitchen cooking.
I guess I missed the answer because Addison smiles slightly, before following 'Mum' into the kitchen.
So that's what my mother would look like if she'd lived...
Alo glances at me, before gesturing towards the kitchen.
The first thought that comes into my head is; this isn't my house. The room looks completely different. The pale yellow walls are now gone, and replaced with a soothing blue colour. The oak cabinets, are now a glimmering white, and the small table which was originally placed diagonally in the centre of the room has now been replaced with a white oak table which is perfectly aligned with the room. The rusty silver oven is now spotless and there is an unfamiliar white ceiling fan cooling the room.
Alo turns to look at me. He doesn't speak. He doesn't move. He just monitors my reaction.
I cautiously step forward into the foreign kitchen before I feel something or someone walk through me, causing a shiver to run down my spine - Isaac.
"I'm going out." Is all he says before grabbing an apple and leaving the room. A few seconds later the front door opens, before slamming shut indicating his exit.
Well... He hasn't changed much I guess.
So far, everyone seems happier - much happier. That thought really hurt. They're fine without me. Their lives are better without me. I frown. I guess I really am a home-wrecker...
The front door opens again, and a voice calls out. "I'm home!"
Dad.
He walks into the kitchen in a full grey suit, and carries a suitcase. His grey eyes are bright with happiness - an emotion I never knew he possessed. He kissed Mum on the cheek, before placing his suitcase down and sitting at the table. I guess he'd have had to have changed. He wasn't a drunk when Mum was around. He wasn't jobless when Mum was around.
Seeing them all together, happy, saddens me. Even though it's selfish, I feel like they shouldn't be happy without me. It hits me quite hard knowing they're fine right now. I could leave right now, completely eradicate my existence, and they'd be left with the perfect lives they've always wanted. The thought brings tears to my eyes.
Not wanting to see anymore, I leave the room, Alo quickly following in my wake. "Oak." He says noticing my tears "Just remember, everything is not what it seems." Before he takes my hand, and the house before disappears into the familiar darkness.
They're happy without me. Maybe I should just leave. They'd have the lives they've always wanted - free from trouble, and peaceful. It's not like they care about me anyway.
"Oakley!" Alo yells, capturing my attention. He seems to be emitting a slight white like in the murky blackness. "They are not the only ones you affect you know." His eyes lock onto mine. "There are so many people you've unknowingly changed the lives of. You need to see them before you make your final decision. Do you understand?"
I don't reply.
"Oakley? Do. You. Understand?" He says, stating each word clearly. I nod mutely. "Good. Are you ready to see the next person on the list?"
I nod again. "Who is it?" I ask quietly.
"Tamara Crawford."
My only friend.
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Edited: 27th July 2015
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