Door to Unknown

The Door to Unknown

“How can you possibly know how I feel? Things are not the same as they used to be, back when you were a kid! Times change! ” “Your father and I know what is best for you! You should sit down and rethink your actions!” She left the room, closing the door behind her. I pressed the cushion over my face trying to tone down the sound of my scream, but even that was not enough to cover the rhythmical sound of high heels going down the stairs. Apart from my raging temper and wounded pride after losing another argument, I was left alone in the room with the fragrance of Chanel No.5.

I lay in my bed for hours, looking at the door, waiting for my father to come home. He understands me. We both miss her. Next week will be three years since she passed away. I know he had to move on with his life, but still…He married that witch. God, I hate her. I had been watching at that door, like my life depended on it. If only I could get away from here. I remember how they looked like when we first moved into this house. They were old; you could tell by just looking at them. The bottom half was missing few wooden pieces. Tiny lines engraved along the right side of the frame, were telling me the height of child living here before me. Edges were cracked and uneven. The creaking was unbearable. Even though I have never seen one, I could swear little black bugs were crawling in between scratches. But, she fixed it. She fixed them and the rest of the house the same way she fixed my dad. But she could not fix me.

Sudden noise coming from the other side of the door twitched me up from the dreaming. Big grey door handle started going down. The door cracked open. I put one leg on the floor waiting for someone to come in. No one did. I knew something was not right but I was too afraid to get any closer. It is true what they say; fear does cut deeper than a sword. I would probably stay on my bed, if I did not smell cotton candy. I looked throughout the window seeking...