I'Ve Gone Back ~ Part 2

The door cracks slightly open at the force of my knocks. I try to yell out a ''Hello! '' but the voice I hear is barely a whisper. Against my better judgement I push the door open and walk in. The kitchen is just as we left it. Certainly not used as it should be. Dirty dishes are everywhere. (I wonder if the water is turned off again) . My shoes seem to stick to the grease-slicked carpet as I edge my way around the table. The empty beer bottles seem to smirk at me past the over flowing ashtrays. With a closer look I can see the roaches from the marijuana they shared earlier. (must've been the usual Saturday night) The way the sun is peeking in through a crack in the nicotine stained curtains and hitting the red glass bong pipe it's giving off an almost hypnotizing glow that reflects off the dirty oven door. The smell of old grease and filth begins to churn my stomach so I force myself to make my way to the hall. The bedroom doors are closed. I wonder if they're sleeping. (or are they passed out?) Should I yell again and try to wake them? Or, should I just turn around and leave before they awaken? **Part 2 in a of 6