Walking around made realize how big the house was compared to Nate's family's home. My father’s house was almost the size of a mansion. Many people would think living in a house this big would be great but they’re wrong.

There’s nothing great about living in a big house alone. I remember I spent most of my time lonely in this house, waiting for my dad to get home. Yet he was always preoccupied with work 24/7. For me, this house always seemed so quite, dark, and lonely, it’s the reason I left home in the first place and decided to dorm with Nate.

I walked down the stairs that lead to the basement, there wasn’t much there but some old furniture and a locked room. As long as I could remember my father had always forbid me from opening the door to that room. Almost as if he was hiding something from me. I remember I once tried to sneak in but I was missing a key. I was always curious what could be in that room. Maybe today could be my chance of finally opening it.

I took in a deep breath, and thought about it for a while. I really shouldn't. My dad didn't let me for so many years he won't let me do so now. I turned back and started to walk back but then I stopped myself. Nate wouldn't walk away. He probably call me a coward and uptight. If he was here would take that opportunity and find a way to open this room. I took in a deep breath, I know I'm gonna regret this. Today would be that day that will finally open that door. I needed to know what was I that room and what my dad was hiding from me.