Locked Door

This day is the most horrible for me. Falling leaves greeted my afternoon as I drove home from school. From head to toe, my body shakes like a machine. Every part of my body seemed to be as hard as steel that was hard to break.

My two eyes were straight in front of me as if someone was thinking of the depths of the earth beneath the ocean. I can't erase my thoughts squeezing in my chest. As the sun was setting, my mother noticed a big difference in me when I returned home. He didn't expect the expression on my face because it was different from my typical lively homecoming. She immediately hurried towards me with his eyebrow down and he immediately asked,

"Son, are you all right?" I didn't have a good day today, mom. A lot happened that I didn't expect," I said.

"Is that about school son? Then maybe I can help you so that you can feel better," he said while patting my shoulder.

"Mom, I-I need some space," I said as if trying to say something with my trembling lips. I didn't notice but I felt like my mother saw the necklace attached and dangling in my back pocket of my pants. I went straight to my room on the second floor of the house and locked the doors. I removed my backpack on my back, once lying on my bed while looking up at the ceiling. It was also a bit dark but I didn't turn on the little lamp next to my bed. I forgot to nail the protruding nail to the side of my bed again today. Just a little and it will be given. I am drowning in fear and fear eats away at my soul. My hand trembled as I laid it in front of me. "What am I doing?" My eyes widened with anxiety. "Help me, my god," I said while holding back my tears along with the strength of my chest throb. Too wild of my thinking, I lost awareness in time. The whole room darkened as the moonlight shone on it from the window next to the bed. My position has not changed and I continue to harbor fear. My body went numb until I heard five quick knocks from my door.

"Son? Let's eat. I cooked you your favorite adobo," said my mother, but I didn't answer because I lost my appetite when I fell into the abyss of darkness. After a few seconds, he said, "I understand, son. I know you need to be alone first. 'Don't forget that when you have a problem, whether small or impossible to solve, just approach us with your father. We will be happy to help you." I heard my mother's footsteps moving away from the door. I was shocked when tears started dripping from my eyes as I looked up. I sobbed silently as my heart sank. Soon I felt tired. Gradually my mind eased and I thought, Finally, I will see another day that will end all these problems. I hope God will give me a chance to escape the windy memory that befell me today.

I closed my eyes at the very short opportunity I had to fall asleep. I tried to blank my mind to make it easier for me to go into the future, but in the moment of my rest, a startling sound rang in my ears. I was dazed when I heard someone opened my bedroom door, but it made no difference whether I could see it closed or wide. The moonlight disappeared from the windows, and I could not see a thing. I woke up and tried to crawl around to find the lamp, but when I was held in front of me, a soft and long object came up to me. I dug it until I could feel the part where suddenly the sound of liquid exploded landed in my ear. My face was drenched in liquid. At the same time, the smell that was familiar before I went home also settled. It was the smell of an abused, and bloody corpse. The water that landed on me ... was blood. Even though it was impossible, it was as if I wanted to jump on my bed I felt like I already knew who was in front of me. My heart pounded with panic and fear, and I couldn't help but scream as I reached across the street. I immediately crawled backward, away from this person, but he pulled my legs away from my bed. It was as if I was sucked into emptiness while bathed in chills and nervousness. Maybe this is my end, but,

"I don't want to die yet!" I immediately clung to the side of the bed and forced myself to go to the headboard. I kept stepping on it to get rid of his grip which was so tight. As I continued, my wet and paralyzed hands slipped. I was pulled to the end of my bed, but I stopped when my hand got caught in the nail that protruded from the side of my bed. I heard the thrust of the nail in the middle of my palm, and it hurt even more as I pulled. I felt the opening of my palm as if it were about to split in two. But I just thought to myself that this is my second time.

I forced myself to remove my right hand from the nail and at once clung to it. I couldn't help but cry at the pain I was feeling. I tried to reach the end of the bed little by little, and finally, I reached the head of it. I immediately rubbed my side to turn on the lamp. I immediately touched its switch, but earlier I could feel the pain of it entering my wound. I pulled the switch and my room was exposed to me as if nothing had changed, only the bed with the door open. I saw the wound on my palm grow and it was about to split. The end of the switch made of plastic is embedded here. The more I stare at it, the more it hurts, so much so that I feel as if I have been crucified and paid for my sins. When the plastic was removed, my whole body went numb. Only now have I felt such pain and soreness. I don't even know how to cure it. A few seconds later, I slowly stood up to take a face towel and wrap it around my wounds.

"Who opened that," I asked myself as I stared at the door. I went out but it was too dark. I picked up my flashlight and went to my mother's bedroom. The door slammed on my knock, but no one answered.

"Ma !!! MA !!! I need your help !!!" I kept knocking loudly until I lost hope with the help of others. In the small light in the middle of the darkness, I knelt down with the redness in my eyes and throat. There would be floods of tears on the floor but I continue to knock, relying on my mother, the person I used to always be there. "MOM !! Where are you !!! Where are you when I need you! ?? Mom ..." I said in the middle of my sobbing. I close my eyes and shudder at what is happening to me right now. Soon my crying ended, but still, no one answered across the door. "I don't know where to go." Then I decided to explore everything going on on my own.

I went straight to the stairs but when I focused my light it did not shine. I was surprised because the first floor of our home was missing. But I have only one certainty, I have strayed down the endless ladder.