In My Mind

Chapter 7: Look for the Locket

I can not sleep.

The clock is about to strike midnight and I can not sleep.
The locket has been in my mind since. Its the only object I have to remember my parents, I certainly do not want to forget about them, I need them with me.

When my father brought me a pink puffy dress for my birthday, when mother use to kiss me goodnight every night, when Saturdays would be the day mother and father would spend the whole day with me treating me with everything I could possibly want. We did not live in such a huge house like this one but every Christmas I would walk downstairs to light music in the backround while mother and father were running towards me to give a warm hug before I open my presents. And before I knew it, I woke up in a room filled with children, few crying, few sleeping. It was horrible, the muffled screams coming from the other room making me shake and hold tight onto the locket around my neck.

I can't forget all the memories I had of my parents.
I'm going to find the locket.

It was dark, Margaret blew out the candles hours ago so I couldn't watch where I was going.

I slowly got out of bed trying to not make a sound. I kept my arm straight out making sure I dont bump into anything. My hands get a hold of the door knob so I let out a quick breath and walk out.

There were candles lit up down in the hallway so it was more clear to see.
Where would they put the locket?

I tip toe to the stairs and walk down hoping I would just find the locket laying around so I could just take a hold of it and go back to my room without feeling guilty about anything.

I walk around the dining tabel looking around if there is anywhere somebody would put a locket.

My eyes then gaze over to a door near the painting of William Arje Jones, Valentina's late grandfather.
"Let's just check." I mutter walking towards the door.

I wrap my hands around the door knob opening it without making a creak. It was Richard's office, paper laying around, book shelves with books falling apart and ink smudged over them. I look around and spot Shakespeare, other literature, poems and many others. Ink dripping down the table and a box in the corner of the room. I should not invade somebody's privacy but I need to find this locket.

I walk towards the box and attempt to open it but it's hard as a rock. I try again but it seems as if it's impossible.

"Good Lord!" I whisper slapping my palm against my head.

It needs a key. This working space is too messy I'm not going to risk looking for the key, it's my first night here I can't ruin it.

I'll find the locket soon.

As I'm about to walk out the door I come face to face with somebody.

"Oh my, !" I jump, putting my hand over my chest feeling my heart race.

It was the maid. She was standing there with a cloth, folding her arms nodding her head.

"What do you think your doing." She says with her thick accent.

"Im terribly sorry, I thought this was the bathroom?" I say slowly walking around her.

She squints her eyes for a few moment staring at me then eventually points to the stairs. "Bathroom upstairs to the left , walk straight down the hallway and it's the door on the right." She says walking off.

"Thank you!" I call out.