Stepping onto that familiar brown, dying grass of her front lawn was the most heart wrenching thing she had ever done in her life. Home was supposed to be where the heart is. But her heart was still in New York, still on that stage.

She walked through the door and saw her father sitting at the kitchen table with his back turned to her. He was muttering something to himself while hunched over scattered paper all over the table.

The front door slammed shut behind her and her father turned at the sound. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes as he saw his daughter standing there in the living room. He didn't say anything. He just stood up and rushed over to his daughter, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. She didn't have to tell him what was wrong. It seemed he already knew.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered in her ear.

Carolyn smiled slightly as a tear rolled down her own cheek and splashed against her father's vest. She gripped him tighter and stayed silent. At this moment, silence was the best response.

"I'm going to bring my things to my room." She said after a few more moments of silent hugging. She never did realize how much she missed her father until she felt his strong arms console her weary body.

As Carolyn approached her room at the end of the hall, memories began to flood back into her mind. This room was where Andy and her first became close, shared secrets, had sex for the first time. There were so many memories locked away behind that oak door. That was the room where she first took a blade to her wrist, first went up on her pointe shoes; dyed them black out of rebellion, where she first noticed how nice the cemetery looked from the window when the sun hit it just right. This was the room where she wrote all her sorrows away. She always wrote so beautifully. Her mind was a terrible place to be.

She sat down on the bed and breathed in the old wood smell of her room. It had always been her favorite part of living in an old house. It didn't smell like other, new houses. It smelled like history, and memories. It smelled of joy and it smelled of sorrow. Each emotion trapped between the creaky floor boards.

As she allowed the sweet, serene silence to overcome her being, the phone rang. It was Andy. She debated with herself for a second too long when she realized she needed to stop doing this to him. He had to know the truth.

"Hello?"

Finally! He exclaimed. He sounded out of breath. I'm on my way to see you now. I've been trying to call you for the past few weeks. What's going on? Is everything okay?

"Andy... I'm not at school anymore. I--"

What? Why not?

"They discharged me. I'm not allowed to attend the school anymore. I kept the baby for you. I only wanted to make you happy."

That was the thing about Carolyn that Andy hated most of all. She was always giving and giving to other people and never cared about herself. He thought it was why she hated herself. He knew why she used to cut and even though she never said anything, he knew part of the reason was because she didn't care about herself at all.

I'm so sorry... Andy couldn't believe what he was hearing. She let her dream die for him. She let him ruin her entire life. And she didn't even seem to mind at all. Or she was just hiding it from him. Andy knew that if his dream had been ripped away from him like Carolyn's had, he wouldn't know what to do with himself. She was taking it all so professionally.

"I'm home now. If you want to see me, I'm at home."

But what about Broadw--

She cut the phone call and the line was filled with dead air. She didn't want to talk about Broadway. Her heart was already crumbling inside. She didn't want to break any further. There was only so much pain and disappointment she could take at one moment and she had never dealt with so much pain before; even when she used to cut.

It seemed it was settled. If Andy wanted to see her, he had to come to her. If he wanted to be around for his baby, that was his decision to make. She gazed out the window at the cemetery. She always felt safe there and decided maybe the spirits could help her ease her pain. She walked outside and into the fog. As soon as she stepped onto the dead ground, she didn't feel safe yet. She walked deeper into the cemetery and still felt uneasy. Her safe place no longer made her feel safe.

Notes

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