Just something I’m working on and would like to get some feedback.I’ve not wrote a story in ages and I’m just kinda toying with it so please try to be easy on me even if it stinks:) And this is just a rough draft so exuse the grammer and punctuation.The gaps are where I haven’t decided on names.Ok so here’s the beginning.

I yawned as I stretched. I still felt achy and tired which was the normal for me. I hadn’t slept well since-well forever it seemed. My dreams are plagued with the same nightmarish images. I felt the familiar sadness inside, the deep dull ache. I sighed and sat up. There was only one window in the room and with the way the sun was shining around the pale floral curtains I figured it was around nine. I sat up and looked at the nightstand to my right where a small lamp and digital clock occupied space. 9:15 the clock read. I looked to my left. There was another nightstand with the same small lamp and against the wall was a dark stained chest of drawers and a small upholstered chair. Directly in front of me was a matching dresser with no mirror. I was grateful for that unfortunately there was a full length mirror in the right corner. I didn’t enjoy viewing myself in the mirror not that I had so much before. The room had aged white panel wall and dark hardwood floor with a small floral rug that matched the curtains. A few pictures dotted the walls. I could tell the room had not been used in awhile. It had a musty smell, not unpleasant, mixed with a new fabric smell. My aunt had bought new bedding and curtains prior to my arrival. I had asked her not to make a big deal of my coming. I was grateful she didn’t go overboard.
I slid out of bed and gathered some clothes and headed to the bathroom across the hall. I wasn’t looking forward to seeing the thin, pale white woman with sunken cheeks and dull blueish eyes. After I showered I brushed my dark hair into a large barrette at the base of my neck. Even my hair was dull and lifeless so there wasn’t much I felt I could do with it. I didn’t feel the need to dress up so pulled on a simple cotton dress and my favorite sandals. I went back to my room and considered unpacking my things but I figured I could do it after breakfast. I sighed once more and headed downstairs.
The smell of coffee mingled with the smell of eggs and bacon and met me before I could reach the bottom of the stairs. I paused and straightened my posture and tried to look less pathetic than I felt. I wasn’t sure that I would be fooling my mother’s only sister. My aunt was very observant and could be outspoken at times. I knew in the conversations I’d had with her she’d been holding herself back. I was grateful and hoped she’d restrain herself this morning. She was sitting at the table when I entered the kitchen.
“Good morning” she greeted me getting up from the table,” Would you like some coffee?”
“Morning Aunt __________” as far as I was concerned there wasn’t going to much good to this morning, “Coffee sounds good.” She handed me a cup from the cabinet. As I poured me a cup as she scooped eggs onto a plate with a few stripes of bacon and sat it on the table.
“You shouldn’t have cooked.” I said as I sat down to the plate.
“Nonsense, “she said handing me a fork, “You need to eat. You’re too thin.”I wondered if she decided to stop holding back. I put a bite of eggs into my mouth and chewed quietly. She was partially right I had lost 20 lbs over the past 2 years. I didn’t have much appetite and food only barely tasted good to me. I looked around the small kitchen. The walls were the same panel as my bedroom except they were painted a pale blue. The cabinets had been painted an off white probably in an attempt to update them.
“Not much has changed since you last time you visited. How long has it been since you’ve been here?” she asked assessing me with her eyes.”5-6 years?”
“Something like that.” I answered. The last time I had been here was for my uncle’s funeral. I felt a sharper stab of sadness at the memory but not for the loss of my uncle but for an even greater loss. I took a sip of coffee to moisten my sudden dry mouth.
“Well I’m glad you’re here. I don’t get much company around here except for ___________.”
“___________________?”I asked surprised and confused. I wasn’t aware anyone else lived here.
“You know the Fosters’ boy."She said figuring I’d remember. I didn’t." I’ve known him and his family ever since I’ve lived here. I hired him to tend the farm after your uncle passed. I couldn’t bear to sell off the animals; your uncle loved them so much. So I let him tend to the farm and reap any profit it makes. He lives in a cabin on some land I sold him across the field there.” She motioned to the large field of young corn growing.
“Oh.” I said taking a bite of bacon and relieved that no one else but us would be living under the same roof. I hadn’t been very good at being social and now living with my aunt was going to be enough for me to deal with.
Yep it’s in my own words.This is the beginning and I’m working up to the backstory as to why this woman in so sad and what happens after….
Oh and I have the idea for the back story I just haven’t written it yet.This beginning is unfinished.

LOVE it, but Id love to hear some info about prestory if you could, very discriptive!!!!