I hear someone knocking on the front door. Mother and father are not home. Mom went to aunties' place, dad hasn't came back from work. I'm all alone. Perhaps, it is mom or dad. I know it's silly to do this, or perhaps not. I have to open the door. "Open the door!" The person from outside yells. I froze in my place from getting up, realising it's the guy that dad owed a huge dept. He is a very dangerous guy. Just because he is friends with gangsters, and kidnappers, and many other criminals without letting others knew, it doesn't mean I wouldn't know. I heard him talking to a criminal last night, perhaps he found out that I heard them talking. Oh how stupid I am! I stayed quiet, my breathing quickens, in fear. Should I open it? No, I shouldn't. I should never. Suddenly, I thought of an idea, maybe I can call the police? But, just because of the door knocking, I cannot just call the police. But, he's friends with the criminals, I should tell the police about it. But, what if he escapes and kills me? I'm in a huge dilemma. I should wait for mom, and dad instead. I hear car parking. Perhaps, it's mom. I slowly make my way to the window, my fear growing more and more. I slightly parted the window curtain. I slowly opened the window, I peeked out. Oh my god, it is mother! I didn't get quirky. Instead, I closed the window and pulled the curtains again. I slowly got on my bed, and layed down. I took a few deep breaths. I can hear mom talking to the guy. I don't hear the knocking anymore. After some time, as I lay down my eye lids are getting heavier, I hear mom opening the main door. I wonder how mom talked to the guy. I thought. My eye lids are getting more heavier moment by moment.
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A Miserable Soul
PoetryIt's a classics novel. It's about a little girl growing up and being into poetry, and learning about new poets, depressed ones.
