You Began To Feel Like Home Novels & Stories

And for the first time in forever, I didn’t feel like I was running away. I was home.

Her voice was calm. "I feel like I was just home. I don't feel any harm. It feels like I once belonged here and I couldn't understand." I stated with honesty. That's exactly how I feel at the moment. "Because you certainly are… You once belonged here… You are a part of this home." She smiled at me mysteriously.

Surely a normal person would feel some form of fear when waking up in an unknown room and having no knowledge of even getting there. It was familiar somehow, well maybe not familiar in the sense that I knew where I was, but more in the sense that it smelled like Adrian, it smelt of home. The voice in my head made this weird purring sound when I mentioned the word home and it wasn't till after I thought my words through that I realised what I had just thought. I had a home. For the first time in twelve years I felt like I belonged somewhere.

For the first time, I felt what it might be like to have a mother who truly cared. And it felt… safe. It felt like home.

Their house wasn't just a house. It felt like home... a real one.

I wasn’t just existing anymore. I was feeling again. Seen. Safe. Almost home.

"Trust me, the perks are one of the best parts." The room erupted in laughter, and I felt truly at ease for the first time since I had entered this bewildering new world. It was as if this house, filled with its uncanny mix of the supernatural and the deeply familiar, was calling out to the deepest part of me, telling me I belonged. The laughter, the warmth, the sense of community—they all spoke of home, of family.

Home isn’t far. But it feels like it is.

And for the first time since everything went wrong, I felt complete. Finished. Home.

When we stepped into the grand living room, he smiled down at me and said, “Welcome home.” I looked around the place I was going to be calling home from the moment forward and felt like a piece that was out of place in a jigsaw puzzle. This was called my home yet it didn't feel like home. But I guess as my memory returns or as we create new memories, I could finally get used to being home.