Not My House

"I slept for what felt like days. Or even weeks. When I woke up, I was in my bedroom. But...this isnt my house. Or at least its not mine anymore." You muttered this to yourself literally seconds later after you woke up with a limp leg, unsure what to do with little knowledge to what mediocrity is up ahead. You know as a matter of fact that you may have to figure things out on your own, and you really want to know whenever you should try and get out or stay. --------------------------------- "Not...