Independent Writing: Chapter 5 of Mystery (group project with Amanda and Janee)

Their eyes met and locked together as if they should never part but Rosalyn took all the strength she had inside her to pull herself from his grip and begin walking away without any kind of goodbye.  She felt his eyes staring at the thick black curls, clinging to the back of her. She heard tears coming from his watery eyes, even though she was already a few yards away, walking urgently away. She ignored the regrets and doubts she was feeling and continued walking on the path to her and her deceased month, Trudy's house, not looking back at Michael once.

She passed several cars, one a Buick, and several soda shops, while her yellow dress swiped her knees and caressed the scar on her left leg. Her walking became gradually slower and went from urgency to a calm stroll. She let the wind blow through her hair, and let the tiny droplets of water place themselves on her long eyelashes. These droplets gave Rosalyn a sign that a storm was near. The black clouds hung in the sky helped her make this estimation too. She again began walking urgently and payed no attention to the grown man wearing a beige tux bumping into her, or the small silver colored dog yapping at her ankles. After passing quickly through all the streets continuously ignoring her surroundings, she finally reached her house. She had been avoiding her, what once was home now just a house, to avoid the fact that her mother was gone, and skip the torturing pain of encountering old memories of her scattered around the house.

Rosalyn stared nervously at the bland door in front of her.  She sucked in the ashy air and shut her eye lids, Okay, go in, get what you need, get out. It didn't seem like that hard of a task right?  Rosalyn curled her fingers around the bronze door knob and turned it until she heard a faint click. She placed the palm of her hand in the middle of the door and pushed it aside while she rushed in rapidly, tucking her head between her shoulders, heading straight for the kitchen door. Walking down the hallway, she spotted out of the corner of her eye a brown valise placed sloppily on the wooden floor and shot her hand down to pick it up. While going up the stairs, the valise made loud thunks but Rosalyn ignored it and kept on look forward, not looking at any photos, bills or clothing flung around the house here and there.

After the valise took a hard beating from the first floor to the second, it rolled smoothly in Rosalyn's hand to her room. She found that the door of her room was already open so she slipped inside and searched around her room for the things needed for the train she would soon be catching.
She took a dress or two, a pair of socks, undergarments, a few books and finally, she stepped into her mothers room, and chucked a picture of her mother and herself sitting at the beach, letting all worries pass right by their heads, into her valise. She began stepping outside her mothers bedroom because even just running in to grab a picture made her eyes teary, but she noticed a strange bronze box placed right under her mothers bed. Rosalyn checker her watch quickly, No time. Just grab it. She shot down and slipped out from under the bed and hesitated whether to put it in her valise or keep it in her arms, and decided to keep it in her arms, were she knew her mothers box would be secure. She scrambled down the stairs, her valise bounding after her, taking another hard beating and jogged out the door. Leaving every trace of memories, and running to catch her train.