Our Unknown Powers

Chapter 4: Misplaced Locket

My head made a low thud against the ground. Did Vrock really just push me off the couch? I rubbed my hand against my forehead, trying to get rid of the annoying headache that I have. I haven’t been able to get one minute of sleep so far tonight. I just can’t get my mind off that there is a chance that I may never see my family again.

I stood up in the pitch black darkness since the electricity is out. Vrock’s light snores seem to get louder and then disappear once again. I wonder if he looks peacefully of if he is sleeping in his own drool. Never mind I don’t want to know anymore.

By instinct I reached into my pocket to find my phone. Out of my luck, I can’t find in any of my pockets. Trust me I double checked. I closed my eyes, trying to remember where I had left it. I slapped my hand against my forehead. I left in my locker at school. I am so stupid!

It has to very early in the morning or very late at night. I didn’t have anything to do now, I should just go check if I missed anything on the first time I checked the rooms. I slowly lifted my feet up each step. Once I had made it to the second story of my house, I looked to my left to find that my parent’s bedroom door was wide open.

It seemed like there was a weird force that made me walk towards their room. I walked pass a table that my family kept in the hallway. We kept a vase of flowers, a phone, a flashlight, and an overflowing box of pens and pencils. Oh, also a baseball bat that we keep for protection.

I grabbed the flashlight and pushed the soft button on the side. The whole hallway filled up with the light. I whispered to myself,” That’s better. At least I can see something.” I really need to stop talking to myself before someone sees me in the act.

Once I had finally gotten to my parent’s bedroom door, I paused having second thoughts about not going in. What was I really going to find anyway, I have already gone through it once? Maybe I did miss something though so I went in anyways.

I shined the light around the room; I shined it towards my mother’s dresser. The light reflected off a small item that was sitting on top. I slowly walked towards the dresser to see what my mother had left out. My mother was not a person that left anything not in their place. It’s rare to find anything on the floors, except of course my bedroom. Let’s just say I do not take after my mother.

I took the item in my hand. I shined the light onto it. I got a lump in my throat. It was a locket that my dad had gotten her only a few years ago. I don’t remember a time that she didn’t have it on. I rubbed my fingers against it turning it around in my hand. Not believing that it was really sitting in my hand.

The locket was a heart shaped in the front was a small clock. It read 2:36 a.m. When you open the locket there is a picture of my family and me with smiling faces. On the back there was a short phrase that said Love is never on a clock.

A tear rolled down my cheek, falling from my chin to the floor. I squeezed the locket tightly in my hand. I couldn’t put it down.  It had to be sign from my mom. It had to be. I carefully wrapped the chain around my neck. Once I finally had clenched the two sides together, almost coking myself in the process. I let the locket fall right above my heart. It felt out of place, but I will never take it off.

I looked over to my parent’s king size bed. That bed is probably the most comfortable in the whole house. I jumped in and buried myself into the blankets. I could smell my dad’s colon in the sheets. God, I miss him. I am definitely a daddy’s girl. He was the only one that really understands me. Knew how I felt, by the little things I did.

We had always said that we were going to go cut down trees down at a small piece of land that we own. No one ever wanted to go with us. Actually when we were there we went on a big adventure through the valleys and little creeks that were tucked behind the trees. Afterwards we would go to Dairy Queen and promise not to tell anyone what we had done.