Close Enough to Home

[Jimmy ♥]

Jimmy walked down the hall with a bit of a bounce in his step. OK... so maybe he was jumping down the hall but that didn't mean anything. He was hyper and forgot to take his pill. An accident? Nah he was just too tired from the ride over here. He'd been in Maine over the weekend visiting his grandparents. They invited him down to help him cope with the second year anniversary of his mom's 'suicide'. Of Course he thought that with a little bit of sarcasm cause he knew what really happened. He'd never tell a soul the real story. He didn't trust anyone well enough, and probably never would let anyone that close to him.

Jimmy's therapist said that he was the kind of person that showed he was depressed in how he dressed, and always had an air of guilt for his mother's 'suicide' but he hid all his depression and fear behind a happy, energetic, laid back personality. His therapist also though he was a psychopath with no remorse and no worry all the tragedy, but he knew that wasn't true because he worried everyday about what would happen if anyone found out. He knew nothing would happen cause no one would ever know.

He pulled out a small silver key and unlocked the door with the number 113 on it. He pushed open the oak door and looked around the room. It was kinda plain, with light cream colored walls and dark oak furniture. The curtains were light green as was the carpet. there were accents around the room that were the same color green. He threw his stuff in a nearby bed room and entertained himself by looking around the awful colored room. He left the door open behind him.

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As soon as he was finished looking around he walked back into the room and unpacked a little bit of stuff. He put some shirts in one drawer, pants in another, socks and boxers in the third and nothing in the forth. Then plugged in an alarm clock as well as his stereo. He turned up the music, blaring Dig by Mudvayne as he flopped down on his bed and pull out his cell phone.