Home

Home.... It is not my house, there, it is empty and cold. I am driving to where I feel at home. I pass the trees and slowly, my mind eases. Soon I'm able to put on music I grew up with.

I sing to the steering wheel. Letting memories of my father driving this very truck, with the same music going while I sat in the passenger seat. A smile spread across my face. I knew the songs by heart. In perfect time, I sang them.

I turned into the small town I grew up in. As I passed by the high school, I had to laugh at the fact it had never changed. I made my first stop the church, where my brother and I spent every Sunday. I touched the pew that we had sat in and smiled, remembering watching many sermons while my body began to hurt.

I left the church and got back in the truck. I passed the cemetery, trying not to look at the gravestones, some of which marked my family. I let a tear fall. Breathing heavily, I gunned the gas and headed for the other side of town. The patrol car just wave as I passed him, knowing I would slow before my next turn, I always did.

As I turned, the old farm came into view. My heart broke. It wasn't a farm anymore, they turned it into an apartment complex. Suddenly, my sadness turned to fury. The land I grew up on, where I raised goats and cattle, where I could always go to feel at home was no longed there. They had tore down the old house, leveled the fields and paved them over with concrete.

I screamed, causing many residence to look at me strangely. I took a deep breath and got out of the truck, slamming the door. I walked about, looking for the owner's office. I soon found it. I didn't even knock as I entered. There was a man, maybe a couple of years older than me, sitting at a desk.

He looked up as I slammed his door shut. He was shocked to see me, and I him. He knew how much this land meant to me. He was used to be the one who helped me sneak onto the property in the middle of the night after my parents had died.

"You... You complete and utter fool! You knew I would come back! You knew I always came back here!" I yelled at him.

"Woah, sweetheart, calm down. Boo-" I slapped him.

"I'm not your boo...." I said quietly.

"You shouldn't be his either...." he replied as he hugged me. As I breathed in his sent of pine and cedar, I calmed down. He was my home, and he was right. And right there, in his office, I broke down. He didn't say anything, just rubbed my back as I stained his shirt with tears, finally realizing that my home wasn't a place.