The Day I slept too Soon

Somewhere in Northern Carolina within the dark woods I kept running as fast as I can from "THAT".

28th JULY, MORNING 8:45

I shifted my house from New Jersey to North Carolina because I have COPD (chronic obstructive pulmonary disease) which made it difficult for me stay with my parents at New Jersey. I felt bad at the beginning for leaving my parents worried and saying goodbye to my only friend Leo who was my neighbor and my best friend there. I already was suffering through this disease before I knew it I thought this was due to my anxiety caused by my peers who makes fun of me for being skinny. After I fainted during a school function in April, my parents made all the necessary arrangements for me so that I can live at North Carolina.

After traveling for a day and a half I arrived at my new home which was apparently my parent's home before they had me. After I was born they left it to my aunt's care who is apparently working in a nearby clinic as a nurse who also happened to be my care taker for until I was big enough to live on my own.

NOON

I finished unpacking my stuff and cleaning the cartons by myself because I can't be a burden on her because of my condition was turned worse the doctor advised a full rest of 2 months away from high polluted areas for my better good because North Carolina was a less populated area with a total of 20,000 people spread across a 200,000 sq m of land.

But I never would have thought that only 2 months of my recovery will cost me more than a fortune of what I would never stop remembering.

THE BEGINNING OF EVERYTHING

2nd AUGUST, MORNING 10:00

5 days have passed, since I moved here. Everything is going pretty well, but due to my state it took me too long to adjust everything in my room. So that it may not pose harm to me while setting up my room. "As per why you ask?" because even though my aunt was living there that house was similar to any other typical classic house you find in movies as you know my parents are both workaholic. So, it was not a surprise that they had a 1 storey house built in this peaceful place.

I knew that the house they used to live is getting a renovation. But it somehow seemed ominous, that they had that much resolve in their love to have this house to themselves all these years. And the thing which creep me out was that they literally never changed the way it looked. For some reason my parents kept this house the same way as it was for the last few decades as far as I can remember.

16th AUGUST, EVENING 19:07

2 weeks have passed by ever since I moved here. Everything was simple except for the fact that I was all alone in the house for nearly 24 hours. My room was at the 1st floor with a better view of the neighborhood where I could watch the overall area around the house where only I existed to next 500m General store. Other than investing time for having fun and not getting bored I did exactly nothing because even if I wanted to I would get drained within minutes of my enjoyment plans. So my routine was just reading novels, books and playing games on my PC, and talking with people online as internet was so fun when it was passed to common people for least amount. As my aunt was a nurse she had the internet connection in her house and as per my stuff I also had my PC shifted here. Nothing bothered me as much as one particular thing which was the departure and arrival time of my aunt. Because even for a working nurse in a night clinic a person should be worn out way more than an average person, now you might be thinking "why is it so?" or "it's her daily job she might have got a hang of it". I don't question on that a person doing a particular job will eventually get accustomed with it. The problem was her night shifts were not what you call a regular night shift. She left home at the early evening and returns at late morning.

I thought everything was normal for a hard worker like her but the problem was with my care taking. She was appointed by a doctor to be my care taker until I recovered as a whole again. But all she was did was spend most of her time in the clinic and came home to sleep and get refreshed for another day, but she kept making me food and left the medications along with the food so I don't forget them. Which was rather an easy work than being reminded to take it, at this point I had my doubts either she was really intelligent or really lazy. But she never once asked me that "how I was feeling?", "am I in better state than before?" that made me feel lonelier. I was lonelier before this but she was a family at least she should have mentioned something about her schedule other than just greeting me on the day of moving here.

So I thought of getting to know her myself other than relying upon her to say that stuff to me in person. That's when I made a grave mistake of what people use the norm for it:

TOO MUCH Curiosity kills the cat

It's not the curiosity at fault it was

The cat who wanted to know

Know the truth by itself

For which the price had to be paid.