The Suicide Room

*Frank's POV*

I turned around to look at the house, seeing a plain, two story, gray-brown house with your average triangle roof and a garage and stuff. I walked up the path to the plain front door slowly, and reached out for the handle, turning it only to find out it's locked.
"Great. Fucking fantastic." I mumbled sitting on the doorstep. The thing is though, when I sat down, there was a sharp pain in my hip, so I quickly stood up, and stuck my hand in my pocket to see that there was a key in my pocket that had stabbed me. Part of my was scared, part surprised, and part of me had no reaction as it wasn't the craziest thing that had happened today.
Taking the key out of my pocket, I opened the door and pushed it open, finding that it opened silently, as if it was built yesterday.
Stepping inside, I started to look around to see the place I was going to be living. Everything looked as plain as the outside, with simple gray-brown furniture in a three seat sofa, and an arm chair around a simple wood coffee table all facing towards a small television that was sat next to the door.
I turned around, closing the door, and waled further into the house, seeing a dining room, with simple chairs and a simple table, and a simple looking kitchen with a fridge, microwave, oven, stove, double sink, many cupboards, counters and a coffee machine. Thank god there was a coffee machine.
Resisting the urge to immediately look through the pantry and fridge for food, I headed up the stairs that were between the kitchen and living room There wasn't much upstairs, save a small bedroom and bathroom, and an even smaller attic, but going down into the basement from the kitchen there was a small computer and another fridge in like the boiler room or whatever, along with a washer and dryer, which was a relief, since I didn't wan to have to wash my own clothes.
Clothes.
SHIT!
Rushing upstairs to the bedroom (which by the way was the same brown as everything else) I threw open the closet doors to find a closet full of all of my clothes.
Wait.
My clothes.
How the hell were they here?
They're supposed to be on Earth, not... wherever the hell I was.
Whatever. Again, it's not the weirdest thing today. I mean, I saw a fucking wall disappear, and a door that opens to a building you can't see from the outside. My clothes existing here, isn't too weird anymore.
But my stomach put those thoughts aside for me by growling like a fucking earthquake, I'm surprised my neighbor, if I had one, didn't call out a window to tell me to shut up. Either way, I headed downstairs to finally search for food.
I opened up the first cupboard, the one right above the stove, to see a bunch of plates and bowls. The next one had serving materials, like big serving bowls and shit, and the next was filled with cups and mugs of all sizes and shapes. The one after that had spices and other stuff that I'm not going to eat alone or raw, and the next one continued that spices collection. I continued to flip through the cupboards until I finally reached one with food, and it surprisingly held all of my favorite non-refrigerated foods. Damn these people did their fucking homework.
Seeing nothing that would take less than five minutes to prepare in the cupboards, I decided to head to the refrigerator to find something I could microwave, to find a bunch of what looked like leftovers of my favorite foods.
Not just any leftovers though.
These were leftovers of foods my mom used to make. Foods I hadn't eaten in years. My favorite home cooked meals I didn't know the recipes for.
Without waiting a single second, I grabbed two containers throwing them into the microwave for two minutes and grabbing a plate and silverware. When I heard the microwave beep, signaling me food was ready, I ran to the kitchen from the dining room, and carried the apparent leftovers to the table, where I ate in silence just enjoying eating a properly cooked meal instead of mac and cheese.
Eventually I finished my meal and put everything in the sink to wash later. I only vaguely remembered that there would be someone by later, but I brushed that off as unimportant for my moment, and I headed upstairs to my room, kicking off my converse and sliding under the simple brown covers laid out on the bed, closing my eyes and slipping easily into a comfortable sleep after a long... however long I'd been awake.

Notes

More of a down chapter, just explaining where he lives and everything, which was surprisingly fun. The next one should be more interesting though.
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