Today just don't feel the same—it was outré. Everyone seemed to be at home, hugs and kisses, which happened to be unorthodox. She laughed at her own thoughts, "Home? If you'll search home in my dictionary, error will flash vividly," Ana whispered.
She go outside anyway, like she saw no one, like she never noticed the freakish flowers around—like it was a normal day.
Ana decided to go to the park with her dog named Chimmy, they sit on her favorite bench. Buy an icecream, strawberry flavor like it used to, visit an old friend and promised each other to meet more often, chit-chat with random strangers. What a marvy day for her.
Clock ticks showing it's time to go. She passed by at a certain store, buy something oddball— a pink rope. Was it for Chimmy? That would be too cute.
Passing by the garage, familiar cars were parked. Inside, everyone seems to become palsy-walsy that made her smirk. "How come these pain in the ass pips hanging around at my house," confused Ana thought.
The balmy smell of the scented candles makes her calm, it's been a while since she felt that foreign feeling—to be home. She might not admit it, but everything make sense now. They are indeed home.
To hide the humiliation of being a drama queen, she walk to her room, thinking of which bizarre dress would fit the occasion and will leave the crowd in awe. The idea keep her sane, she would love to wear the dress she bought as a gift for herself when she celebrated alone her 18th.
Ana was stunned when Chimmy barked. No way. For the nth time, Chimmy barked.
Ana's eyes become like waterfalls as her tears unstoppably flow.
She walks adagio 'til she reached her room. Hearing Chimmy barked bring her back to reality, she cannot even hold the knob. Her pulse is racing like a freight train. The pink rope was gone, she hears Chimmy bark—the dog was dead a year ago.
And so is she.
Forced smile, Ana entered the room. Chimmy sat beside her as they look at the ceiling. The pink rope was still there, such a sweet nighmare to reminisce how she ended up hanging herself there with Chimmy.
"So it's been a year. It worked Chimmy, right? I told you, killing myself is the only way for them to notice me—to be home and know that I have family."
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