Meet Me In the Hallway

I took a deep breath as I drove by the house that had become a permanent fixture in my brain, a ghost of my former self, my painful past. As I passed the driveway, it was almost as if the house was taunting me, reminding me that I almost lost everything. I could still faintly see fist-sized holes in the kitchen wall as I quickly peered through the large window at the front of the house, making me shudder at the painful memory.
The house had become a representation of pain and pure anger. There were no happy memories left in that house. All of that was erased day by day the longer I stayed. The longer I let the demons overtake me, the longer I lost myself.
It had been a little over a year since I had last set foot in that house, much less on campus, and I was glad for it, glad that I was finally getting past the worst year of my entire life, glad that I am moving into a new house and mending things with my best friend. But most of all, I was glad to be getting the fresh start that I needed– no, deserved.

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