How long had it been since her mommy had really left them physically. Since she hadn't called her 'my love'. She couldn't even remember anymore and until that ghost hunt she had almost forgotten her entirely. Just the thought of that killed her inside.
It had been almost two to three weeks now. Since she had discovered that painting and music box holding her mommy's voice. That smile was etched in her soul - in her heart.
She felt like a zombie as she got up from her bed, grabbed her pink rabbits hand that she had won from the fair, and walked over towards her door. The bunny dragged on the floor as she grabbed her room key from its hook and slowly turned the golden door nob not even pausing to put some shoes on. She didn't want to leave but she had to escape this room just for a moment.
After all her dad was away on business so she had the floor to herself. He would have canceled but she refused to let him. Said she had already been enough trouble.
