All the houses were the same. All rather big but looked smaller to me now that I’d grown and extra foot. I closed my eyes and tried to think of my lista reasons why I would want to come back here, to the place that swallowed my childhood in one bite. “New around here, Ma’am?” The berretto, tappo driver asked I looked up to the elderly man, his lazy eyes twitched. “No, I grew up here” I told him, he nodded and smiled, his yellow teeth shining. “Right...I thought te looked familiar” He admitted, I looked down at my now shaking cold hands. “You’re Cybil Jones” he said, looking rather pleased with himself that he knew who I was. “Yeah, such a shame what happened here...well that’d be $20.70 for the ride” He told me, I smiled and pulled out my large brown bag. It took a while to find my borsa be he didn’t seemed to notice the time. I finally pulled out the matching borsa and pulled out the correct amount of money. “Have a nice day, Ms. Jones” The berretto, tappo driver detto nodding his head. I smiled and stepped out of the car.

I remembered the exact house that I grew up in...It looked just the same. The only real difference was the weeds I got so used to, was now replaced with pretty blue and yellow flowers. I walked up to the black rusty front gate. I pulled on it knowing from experience that it would take a bit of muscle to open. Finally after three tries it budged. I sighed in relief. I gently shut it and started too walked up the long path to the front door. “Excuse me...Excuse me!” I heard someone hell behind me, I turned to see a small lanky man behind me with glasses. “Can I help you?” I asked, he sighed and put the black ventiquattrore, sincronia file he was holding beside him. “You can’t go in there” he detto adjusting his glasses. I raised an eyebrow at the man. “Excuse me?” I asked he took another deep breath. “Unless te are the daughter of Mr. And Mrs. Jones te can’t step a foot on this property” he informed me, I smiled. “Well, then Hi I’m Cybil Jones” I said, his eyes flashed form surprise to Apologetic. “Oh, well I’m sorry, Ms. Jones...I’m Kyle Hunters. Your father personal assistant o rather was” he introduced himself putting out his thin pale hand. I smiled and then shook it. “Well I just came here to give te your keys, Ms. Jones” I smiled and put my hand put, he dropped the keys into my hand.

The key fit perfectly in the door, I quickly pulled it out and put it in my back pocket. I slowly opened the door not knowing what to expect. Once I finally got the courage to open it, I saw the all too familiar dark hallway. The painting’s that my mother collected hung everywhere; pictures of me and my sister were hung near doors and below some of the paintings. It was silent, except for the sound of a dripping tap and the creaks of the floor. There were empty cardboard boxes everywhere, obviously I was meant to do something with them, maybe pack some stuff. I turned on the lights once I got the living room. It looked the same, maybe a bit smaller, the couch, the fuoco place, the coffee tavolo were all still in the same place. The only thing missing were the people who lived in the house. I sighed and sat on the yellow couch.

It was only two weeks fa I had got the call about my parents. I was out with my boyfriend, Kevin. The club was loud so it was lucky I heard my phone ring. All I really did here was loud sobs from a voice I knew as my sister telling me that there’d been an accident; I hoped it was that cat she loved so much. But no it was a car crash; a drunk driver had gotten in the car at the wrong time and went through a red light. I fell back on the couch, even the feeling of the soft divano was the same. It had been 5 years since I’d been at this house and nothing had changed. I sat up and put my head in my hands. “What am I doing here?” I asked myself. Amy could have taken care of everything with the funerals and all I really would have to do it just mostra up. Too much had happened for me to be here, everything with Ava. Ava was my best friend growing up here, her parents weren’t really all that reliable, and so she would stay with us. Don’t get me wrong I loved Ava like a sister but she got in some dangerous stuff...stuff that got her murdered.

I jumped when I heard a loud knock on the door. “Who is it?” I asked in an awkward tone not knowing if I had the right to do so. “It’s me your sister” I heard an angry sounding tone say. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the door. I checked the eyehole. “What are te doing?” She asked, flicking her favo, a nido d'ape hair back. “Checking if it’s you” I said, she nodded. I unlocked the latch and opened the door. She hadn’t grown she had always been short; her eyes matched my colour a warm hazel. She walked up the steps and walked straight passed me. “I didn’t think te were going to show” She admitted, I smiled. “Neither did I” I said, she shrugged. “Anyway I took care of the funeral’s all te need to do is hang around and tie up some loose ends here and there, until this all blows over” She said, I nodded. There was a short silence; we just stared at one another. She finally broke it. “Anyway there’s a party tonight...at the spiaggia and well a lot of people got excited about te coming back...coming home” I interrupted her before she could go on. “I’m only here to tie up loose ends, remember?” I detto she nodded with disappointment in her eyes. “Look I’ll see if I can come” I detto she smiled. “Okay, well I have to get back to the shop...it was good to see te again” She detto as she walked away.

Hours past and I had only cleaned the cucina and the living room. I didn’t want to go upstairs but there was a bit of curiosity...Did they keep my room? And if they did what did it look like? I finally decided to let the curiosity come over me. I crept up the stairs until I was at the ‘dead end’ me and Amy used to call it. I turned to see a door with the name ‘Cybil’s room’ in big bright yellow letters. I took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. The room looked the same; letto was there with the same farfalla sheets. Mirror’s and poster’s of Leonardo Dicaprio were everywhere. The window that once was my door stood there shut. I smiled and fell onto my bed. I opened my eyes and smiled. I looked at my roof and saw Photo’s I’d hung up and forgotten about. There were only about 6 of them, most of them were Amy and me...but one of them was of Ava smiling with a birra in her hand. I got up. “I need some air” I whispered to myself.

I rushed outside and breathed in as much air as I could. I looked down at my hands and saw that they were shaking. “It was 5 years ago...why can’t te just get over it?” I asked myself. I closed my eyes and breathed in più air. “Cybil Jones is that you?” I heard I turned to see Kristen Peter’s smiling. “Oh my god it is!” She detto running over and hugging me. I laughed and hugged her back. “Oh my god...I owe Belinda a good 20 bucks I honestly thought te would chicken out” I smiled and laughed. “Yeah, me to” I whispered so she didn’t hear. She smiled and squeezed my hands. “I really missed te we all did” She said, I nodded. “I missed te all too...Tell Belinda I detto hi” I said, she smiled and gave me one last quick hug. “I will, oh and there’s a party at the spiaggia tonight it would just perfect if te could come...and catch up with some old friends” She said, I shrugged. “I might come” She rolled her eyes and then started to walk off. I sighed and licked my lips.

It was 7 o’clock just about the time the party would be starting. “You can’t go your parents just died going to a party wouldn’t be right...but Amy’s going...never mind that you’re not her...Go and say a quick hello have a birra and then get out” I argued with myself. I finally decided to go. I put on a pair of ripped jeans and random t-shirt and jumper. I put on a pair of appartamenti and then opened the door. I quickly locked it and started to walk to the beach. I could see the bonfire the più closer I got. “There’s still time to chicken out” I told myself. No te have to go and face the people that te once loved...your Friends that te once considered family. I finally walked up to the spiaggia where I saw everyone I once knew. Everyone was gathered around the bonfire drinking and laughing. “Well, well, looks who I found” I heard a smug voice say, I smiled and turned to a smiling Caleb. ‘I knew te would come back to me some giorno it really was just a matter of time” he detto smiling. “Hiya Cal” Is aid, he smiled. “Hey Cyb” He said. “So I heard te were coming back didn’t think te would though” he said, I rolled my eyes. “It seems no one did” I said, he nodded and took a sip of his beer. “It’s been a while since we talked” he said, I nodded. “Sorry, It’s been crazy in New York” I detto he nodded. “No, No I get it...you got too old for me” I laughed. “Hey Cyb” I heard my name I turned to see someone people knew as Aaron but I knew him as Ava’s killer.