The Door to Myself

Chapter 1 - Alone

When I turned nineteen, I moved away. 

It was hard to move away from everything I knew, I was mute. I couldn't speak to the citizens of the town. The house I bought was cheap and run down, but it did me well.

I hate this car. The windows don't go up all the way, the air conditioning doesn't work. Dust is pouring in; I must pull over every thirty minutes to breathe. It's been a few days since I left home. I slept in my car for the past three nights. No one would serve me at the motel I went to on Thursday. I looked at my watch, God, it was 3 am. I hated her so much, I packed my bags and slammed the door. She had ignored me for 10 whole years.

I didn't bother sleeping, I was a 40-minute drive from my house. The dust was layered thick on the chairs of my car. I had put duct tape on the top of the windows to stop the dust, thankfully it worked. I checked my car's clock, it was 4 am. I should be there soon. Shoot! I slammed the brakes on. There was a mailbox hanging from a street pole. I looked up at the number on the box, tilting my head to read it. 13. It was my house. What a dump. I tried opening the door, it was stuck. I banged on the windows, nothing worked. I was stuck. I kicked at my sunroof, it popped right off, glass rained down on me, cutting my cheeks.

I climbed out of the car; it was freezing. I popped the trunk open of my car, a dog jumped out going straight beside me, it looked like he went through me, it all happened too suddenly. I grabbed my coat and slipped it on, it was a nice dark green colour and had a layer of fur on the inside to keep me warm. I've had the coat since my dad died. I started walking up to the house, I could see the shadow in the distance. I glanced over my shoulder at the mailbox hanging from the streetlamp, I realized my car was smoking. What happened to it? Before I knew it, I was thrown into the air landing hard on my head. I curled into a ball clutching my head. I looked back at my car; it was a huge fireball.