The House

It’s been 3 years since the accident, Chris still doesn’t remember anything about it. But I do… Chris was just 2 years old when it all happened, so he doesn’t remember anything. Dad passed away that day, let me take you on a trip into the past.

It’s been 2 years since mom died, dad keeps telling Chris that she left after he was born, but I know the truth, the truth about everything. I’m writing in this diary so people know what happened in that house.

I was on my way to Jackson’s place, racing though the old street, me and Jackson have known each other since before I can even remember. I shivered as the cool air flowed past me, it was Summer and yet, here, it’s cold. It was always like that. I raced down the hill, skidding to a stop in Jackson’s driveway, I could smell the fresh baked brownies that Mrs. Williams was baking. She’s always been big on baking, and it’s always from scratch! I can’t name a single time she’s ever baked anything from a box. I put down my kickstand and went to the door, just walking in. Because of how long I’ve known the family it’s like I’m a part of it, I’m glad.

“Welcome back Sarah!” Mrs. Williams yelled from the kitchen, “Jackson’s up in the attic again”. He seemed to really be attracted to that attic, for the past few years he’s been spending any spare time he can up there.

“Okay thanks!” I replied as I headed upstairs, closing the front door behind me. As I walked up the stairs, I looked around. Over the years Jackson had seemingly gotten happier and happier, it shows in the photographs that Mr. Williams took that are now hanging on the walls.