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2005-03-18T21:31:00.000-08:00

She was convinced that if she murdered him she wouldn't go to jail. Any respectable judge would see it her way! She wouldn't make it painful. It would be nice and quick. She would turn herself into the police. The judge would dismiss the charges and everything would be a-okay. It was self-defense! Of course it was self-dense. She was defending her way of life. Her life was being taken away. Anyone would see!!

Sara glared at her father.

"Sara," he said, "no judge would let you off for murdering me. So don't even think about it. You think that this move would end your life, think about twenty to life. That, I would imagine, would be alittle bit more of a life changer than one little move."

"One little move. ONE LITTLE MOVE!! How can you call this one little move when you are forcing me to move all the way across the country to God forsaken Maine! Maine of all places!" Sara threw another dirty look at her father before throwing herself on the bed.

"You know, being overdramatic will do nothing for you case. You can scream and cry all that you want, but we are moving!!"

Prolouge - it's a goner.

2005-03-17T15:24:00.000-08:00

I use to close my eyes and dream of the house. So lovely. I would ache to see it with my eyes. To touch it with my fingertips. To smell the "lived in" smells that so many houses have if they have really seen life.

The paint on the outside would be faded, not new. It was almost as if the paint had never been freshly painted on it. The windows, so many, were always clean. A wrap around porch that invited guest to come and make themselves comfortable. A swing, wicker chairs, plants, they all had their own place on that porch.

In my dream, I would walk around that house. I would check out every nick and cranny that I would find. Sometimes I would run my fingers along the railing, waiting for that spinder that would make the house real.

As many times as the vision came to me, I never walked up those stairs. All the times I walked and studied the outside, I never ventured into the house. There were times I would look into the windows to only see my own reflection. I would turn around to find out where this house was placed, yet there was only thick gray fog. The fog seem to be cutting the house off from the rest of the world. The sun shone on that house, yet all around it were shadows.

I was never scared. I never wondered what await me in that fog. I didn't ask questions. I would just turn around to bathe in the glory of the massive building at my feet.

For all the questions that flew around my mind. I never wondered, not once, who it belonged to. I knew.

It was my house.

The House

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Prolouge - it's a goner.