Vanessa sighed, picking up the last bit of her items inside the cardboard box that had assisted her move into her new, gorgeous home. She placed the item, an antique vase that her mother had given to her before she diseased, on to the shelf that she had set up in her room. “All finished,” She smiled, glancing around her new room. It was so much bigger than her old room and so much nicer. Vanessa had been waiting years to move out of the cramped up home that she had shared with her mom since she was 7 years old. She would’ve been gone the day she turned 18, but her mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. Vanessa had stayed to help her mom while she was ill and saved up money to get her own place one day. Her mother passed away on her 22nd birthday, leaving Vanessa heartbroken and alone.

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Nearly two months after her mom’s passing, Vanessa came across the Victorian home she had always dreamed of. It was perfect. Though, she was still alone, the house made her feel complete. There was just something about it. Vanessa was alone, but she was not an ugly girl. Her body was toned and fit from all the daily work outs she did. Her hair was a chestnut brown, which worked well with her light blue eyes and tan skin. Her chest wasn’t too big, but not to small either. She was actually beautiful. “I’m so tired,” Vanessa yawned. She changed into her pajamas and crawled into bed, excited about falling asleep in her new home for the first time. It didn’t take her long to drift off into a dreamless slumber. Read more