Sinking Under The Sea

Sinking Under The Sea (4)

I close the door after entering my house. I see Andrew sleeping on the couch once again. I check my watch and it was 1:27 AM. I see the TV open so I close it. I slowly walk up the stairs, hoping both my father and Andrew won't wake up.

I enter my room and close the door. I place my jacket on my chair and lay on my bed, my phone in my hand. I feel like staying up all night because it's Friday today. But yet I already know I have to go to sleep.

I close the lights and place my phone on my side table. Suddenly I feel hungry and I wake up. 'Dang it. I forgot to eat,' I say to myself. 'Ughhh'.

I slowly walk downstairs passing my mother's room. Suddenly I see a flash of light in her room. I get scared for a moment a flinched. I crept over to the room but remembered, wait. Dad said I was never allowed in the room for my mother's purpose. I know dad told me never to go in that room but I never knew why.

'I can't go In there' i said to myself. 'But yet I'm too curious' i said again to myself. 'Just one peek' i said.

 I went into the room and saw my mother's old bed. It kind of hurts actually to be in this room. Not physically but mentally. That bed was my first one, my joyous bouncing on it. And my mother told me stories that I never heard before. But after my mother's death, I haven't been as social or happy as I was before. It just hurts to think about it. Maybe that's why dad never let me in this room.

I see the light again coming from my mother's back drawer. Mom never allowed me to open that drawer. Nor my father. Whenever I asked to check it she would always say, 'A time will come when you're ready to see what's in there. '. I never really knew when I was allowed to open it.

But I'm a very curious girl and I want to know what's in there. I creep up to it slowly and kneel down to reach it. The drawer is locked and only my mother knows where the keys are. Im not good with locks but I still tried. I took one of my bobby pins and try to take the lock off, but it wouldn't budge. 

Suddenly I hear some footsteps walking downstairs. It must be Andrew.  Andrew is after all the only one sleeping on the couch, plus, my father's bedroom upstairs across the hallway from mine.

I quickly tiptoe into my room and shut the door quietly. I run up to my bed and just lay there staring into space. What was really in there? Is it some of my mother's old stuff? Is it some personal stuff she never wanted to share? Or is it something different that was sacred to her?

My mind rushed with ideas. What can I say? I'm a curious girl. But that night I couldn't sleep. I tried too but I couldn't. My mind was full and whenever I closed my eyes I would see that drawer all over again. And that one question that runs all over my mind,

"What is in the drawer?"