I walked downstairs groggily as I made my way to the kitchen to eat. From the kitchen table, I had a glimpse of the door. It made me nervous. I just stared at it thinking.
Whats back there? Who chained it? Why am I having nightmares now? Maybe I'm just paranoid... Maybe my mom is right... Maybe I shouldn't worry about it? Yea....Ill kust stay away like Ive been told.
Yea....
I was still in deep thought until i heard a voice. "Sweetheart?" Mom said. Her voice laced with concern. I looked towards her with a blank expression. "Are you...okay? You seem distant and troubled. Is something wrong?" I looked at her trying to hide my nervousness as to not worry her. I cleared my throat. "Uum, Nothings wrong. Im fine, honestly. Just a little tired is all."
I faked a smile and looked at my plate of food. I moved my fork around on my plate until my mom broke the awkward silence.
"Maybe you should get some rest today. Take it easy. Maybe you're sick. Would you like some medicine?" I shook my head. I was getting frustrated with my mother, not sure why. But whatever the reason caused me to snap. "Mom, Im fine! Ughhh! Can you stop questioning me?! I swear, all you ever do is.....ughh! Im going to my room!"
Before my mother could protest, I begin stomping up the stairs. I stopped to look back at her. She was confused and hurt at my behavior. I was confused myself. What is going on? Amber, you have got to get it together! Shes only worried about you!
"Mom..." She looked at me, a tear on her confused face. "I-Im so--" I began to apologize before i heard another voice in my head.
Dont be such a wimp, Amber! Shes trying to control you. You shouldn't listen to a word she says. You are not at fault here. You should disregard her completely and come join me, Behind the DOOR!
I shook my head furiously. "No! No! This isnt real!" I ran to my room and sat upon my bed. The voice echoing in my skull, like the dream. Or that horrid nightmare.
