Alec closed the door to his room and looked around. Nearly everything was in bins. Only a couple of things lay out like his rug and a pair of pants he was ripping up to add to the rug. The room was tidier than it had been in a long time. He swallowed hard as he looked around. There was no sense of chaos in here, only order. Everything was boxed up and ready to go somewhere. To move. To leave. Or forgotten. Hidden away from sight and mind to be left behind, put on the wrong truck, or just lost. Some would arrive, and it would all be new again.
New again.
And again.
And again.
Without thought, he strode across the room, grabbed the top clear bin, and flung out the contents all over the room. Neatly folded clothing waiting for their various crafts exploded out and scattered in semi-folded heaps and whirls of color confusion. He tossed the container aside, where it clattered across the floor and into the wall. The next box was the same, heaps of fabric and clothing and a few other cloth items like tote bags, damaged pillows, and a couple of broken stuffed animals. The third box held heavier items like broken mobiles and random knick-knacks. He tossed it just like he had the clothing. It hit the floor with a massive clatter. Chants, metal objects, and plastic items skidded across the floor. Some of them landed safely in the mass of clothes. Thankfully, by some miracle, nothing broke. He threw the box harder than the first two, panting from effort, his eyes glittering. He tried to pick up the last box, but it was filled with the heaviest of his stuff. He threw the lid at the bedroom door and started digging stuff out, keening wildly as he did so.
