The Woodbine House

I sat there in my deep blue Kia for what seemed like hours, too afraid to turn off the engine and step outside. I never thought I would actually return to this place, it had been abandoned long ago in hopes for a better tomorrow. So I sat there, all the while thinking of reasons why I should just put my car in drive and make my the drive back to campus.
No. You are stronger than this.

After a few minutes of convincing myself of that very fact, I finnally clicked the key out of the ignition and stepped outside. It was a chilly day for October. The grey sky loomed over me as I pulled my coat tighter around my waist, each step bringing me closer to my destination....

There it was. The little Woodbine House I had spent the majority of my childhood growing up in. Today it looked more like an abandoned house, hopeless and forgotten. But this was my home, my only sanctuary at that unfortunate time.

More like a living hell...

The little white house on Woodbine Street belonged to my Grandmother.