The room still smelled of his cologne. His black t-shirt and jeans still lay on the left side of the bed as he had left them; it was as if he had never left. But he was gone, gone for now, gone forever. Scattered red puddles stained the brown floors; that was the only thing that reminded me that Cameron would never return; or so I thought. My mother called me for dinner, but I had no appetite. Now my life no longer had any purpose. I didn't want to go to school, especially since my family moved from New York a little less than a year ago. I didn't know anyone at my new school, and to make matters worse, I now had some girls who didn't like me. I was smoking in the corridor, when Natasha and her friends came towards me shouting: "Smoking is prohibited in this school!" I think his uncle had died of lung cancer, so he was very sensitive about broaching that topic. I apologized, but it wasn't enough for her because she started pushing me and we started arguing violently. I just wanted to be left alone, but obviously that wasn't happening. When I got home, my mother saw my black eye. She questioned me very worriedly, believing that I had not made any new friends. I had to think of something at the moment, so I just lied and told her I fell on the concrete steps. Strangely enough she believed me and we went down the stairs to join my father for dinner. My father was a psychologist and since the new house we bought had an office, all his patients came here. That's when I met Cameron. I was in my room listening to music, ready to do something stupid, when he came in quietly and said, "You shouldn't hurt yourself. You'll regret it later." "What?" I exclaimed. "Sorry, the door was open. I'm Cameron, one of your father's patients. Listen, I have... half the paper... the best thing that ever happened to me. Every time I tried to leave, something he brought it back in through a different door. There were no tricks, my feet and everything else were absolutely the same, I thought I was dreaming, but that's when Cameron told me something about our house that I never knew die inside that house, he can never leave. It becomes your home forever, no matter if other humans buy or live there too. Then a wave of panic went through my body he lied to me, Cameron wasn't dead last night. He had died long before, otherwise how would he have known about the secret of the house? My gaze caught a glimpse of a newspaper that was on the old worn-out table in the living room his family in his home"..