Nightmarish Reality (Preview) - Ch 6

PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR, CHAPTERS

Nov 29, 2024

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Broken

August 4, 1997

Dear Journal,

We’ve lived at my Grandparents’ house for one full month now, during my three-month summer holiday. I have to go to a new school or I’ll be left behind. Earlier today, Mom left the house and drove to Downtown Orlando for a job interview. Mom’s previous job in New Jersey didn’t pay her as much; she was an assistant manager for an Auto-car Dealership. Mom registered me at a school called Discovery; I’ll start middle school on Monday, August 11th.

Later on in the day, Mom comes home and says Mr. Jefferson hired her for a secretary job at some big car company. Mom loves talking about cars, which is odd for a woman. She has a job where she can always be around motor vehicles; Mom accepted the secretary position only ‘cause she needs the money and to be close to the middle school I’m going to. Living in Gainesville won’t work, since my Grandparents’ house is too far for the drive.

Mom says some of the best universities are right here in Orlando. I’m a bit nervous about going to this Discovery Middle School, even though it’s only for a year. I don’t even know what classes I’ll be taking; I hope I’ll be able to make some friends, yet I’m also scared of getting lost while trying to find my class. The first day of school is always the hardest to get through. At least I still have a few days of vacation time left. I better enjoy it while I can.

I just hope Mom’s new job won’t be too stressful for her. She can’t afford to get fired any time soon, and it would be nice to see her happy for a change. Mom gets upset rather easily. She’s such a hard worker, putting her heart and soul into everything she does. If she gets burned out too quickly she might get sick, like that one time when she had to go to the hospital.

We don’t have any health insurance, since Mom is broke. She has to always borrow money from Grandma and Grandpa – I just hope we can get by.

November 29, 1997

Dear Journal,

We arrive in Paradise Springs. It isn’t even a town. There’s nothing but dirt. It doesn’t even resemble a neighborhood; there are no houses here. Leading up to Paradise Springs is a road called Glen Road. It’s the most desolate one-way road I have ever seen. We’re moving into our new home today.

It isn’t until we see the house that we notice how completely isolated we are. A dirt hill separates us from the only two neighbors we have, who live a mile apart from us. Grandpa and I paint Isa’s bedroom; Isa watches us as we decorate it with sunflowers, butterflies, fluffy clouds, and blue skies. We did much of the painting for all three rooms. My bedroom is plain white and Mom’s room is light violet.

We’ll be painting the dining room tomorrow. It’ll be a light orange or beige hue. Then, the two bathrooms, both will be aqua green. Grandpa calls it seaweed green. I don’t think Grandpa likes the color Mom picked out.

“It’s too dark,” he says.

Mom and Grandma do most of the sweeping and cleaning around the house. At last! We’re done, for now… Mom calls in some movers to help us start settling in. We’re literally surrounded by cardboard boxes. We have a dining room table, a couch, and a TV set up, but that’s it!

We haven’t gotten any of the mattresses for our rooms as of yet. Our beds are the sleeping bags on the floor. It’ll be like this for a few weeks until Mom gets the rest of the furniture. It’s not too bad. I try not to complain to Mom about seeing cockroaches late at night.

One time, I stepped on one with my bare feet while rushing to the bathroom. It went crunch! Nasty little vermin. In a way, it still doesn’t feel like a home to me, since the house is stripped of curtains, furniture, and modern day appliances. We really need a microwave. A dryer to dry our clothes would be nice, and a washing machine too.