Invisible • Millard Nullings • MPHFPC

f i v e

f i v e - jake's pov

I've been here for a few days and haven't come to anything yet. Luckily, today is the day i'm going to the house. Though, my dad will not let me go on my own. I watch from a distance as my dad goes up to some teenagers and tries to be cool. The teenagers snigger and he gives up the act and just asks them. they give him weird looks, but once money is involved, two boys step forward and we are ready to go.

The boys are called Dylan and Worm. They reckoned they were the best rappers on the island. all the way to the children's home they told me about there amazing rapping skills and even gave me an example. I was happy when they left me at the bog.

I carried on on my own, even though i had no clue where to go. It was better to carry on then to head back and give up though, right? Either way, my legs would be covered in mud from walking through this god damn bog.

I got to the end and saw the house. In the pale afternoon light I could clearly see the whole house, and there was no doubt in my mind when I say it was ruined. The house had a massive whole in the roof, and half of it had collapsed, the rest of the house had over grown weeds draped over it, and there was even some greenery growing inside the house. It was still beautiful, though.

And inhabitable.

Though i knew no one could ever live there anymore, i still picked myself over the once front garden towards the door. I don't know what i was expecting to find. I had been told plain and clear that everyone had died when the bomb hit the house, and the house was enough evidence of that. I just still wanted to have a hope, like a little part of my brain telling me that, this house did still hold people, and had all the answers i needed.

That was never going to happen, was it?