Why is there a door in the middle of this dark place? I thought as I stand in this pitch-black room with only this bright white door with pink and white cherry blossom tree painted from the bottom to up in front of me.
The crazy thing about this door I have seen it before. It was my mother's door, the door going into the room she stayed in for hours, the room she stayed in painting thousands of paintings, the room that had the only walls I could draw on as a child.
I step into the small room that I have been in since the age of five. From drawing to painting to clay sculptures to a single small glass sculpture, the room filled up with inspiration. My mother always had a creative mindset, one of the reasons I loved her.
"Nahmere, what are you doing here,"
"Mom, you're alive?" I ask as I look into the face of my dead mother.
You see, my mother had the face of an angel before she died, the most beautiful face in this entire world, and had blue eyes of the ocean. To me, she was still beautiful but, to my father, she was not.
"yes, my beautiful boy, I have always been alive, now what are you doing in here at this time, doesn't school start at this time?" She asks while grabbing my face with her two bare cold hands.
I nod my head yes with her hands holding my face.
"Well, you better get up than"
I woke up from yelling from my father, telling me to get up and get ready for school. It's funny because I heard the voice of my mother a little!
Since my mother died, I keep hearing tiny bits of her voice in the back of my head, its sometimes calming, sometimes it makes me cry, but I like it.
I get up and grab my phone and the essentials I need to take a shower and head into my connected bathroom.
I get undress and turn on my Spotify playlist and get in the shower.
There's something about music that turns me on, not in a sexual way, in a way that has you in your own world and the way it has you breathe in the beats and lyrics coming from the device it plays from, to dance like nobodies there. To be free from myself and anybody else, without anything stopping me.
I get out of the shower, dry myself off, and put on my under clothing. I walk out of the bathroom and make it to my dresser to pull out my simple outfit, which was a black tee and black pants.
People say I give off Hardin Scott vibes, I kinda understand that statement but, I'm nothing like him.
I put on my black vans and all the items I need to get through the day and stuff them in my bag then leave my room to go upstairs, the place the monster spends his days, sleeping, eating, and drinking. I get to the front door without making a sound but, the loud ass doors in this house had other plans.
" Bring your ass straight home," my father says as he gets up from the sofa and stares at me. I give him a nod and head out the door just in time to get on the bus down the street from my house.
The bus rides to school are ok it's quiet sometimes until my "friends" get on. I wouldn't call them friends, I would say people I talk to in school. I don't see why I talk to them, probably because I'm dating one of them.
"Hey baby," my girlfriend said with a high-pitched voice that annoys the crap out of me, "how are you today," she asks, sitting next to me and putting her hand over my waist, trying to hug me while sitting down.
