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6

SO THIS IS HOW I REMEMBERED MY ADVENTURES AS A YOUNG TEENAGER

Excited, I walked towards the old door and tried pulling on it. At this point I wasn't really worried about cops anymore. What the fuck are they gonna do? Lock me up for three days and then America will claim me, that's about it. The door creeks and keeps bumping against rocks, I turn on the flashlight I have that is on my phone. It's old and it looks like it hasn't been occupied for a while, not like sixty years or anything, more like twenty. We walk in and Alayna closes the door behind us. I have a fear of walking up old stairs, or stairs with no secured edges, so I make Alayna go first while I explore the floor. My eyes scanned over a pot, I lifted off the lid and placed it on the shelf the pot was sitting on, and I reached down in it. I pulled out a hand full of letters from the fifties, they looked well written, some were still in envelopes. I stuffed them in my inner jacket pocket. "Alayna!" I called. I waited for a few seconds. "Alayyyynnnnnnnaaaaaaaaa!" I called for her. She wouldn't answer, so I sighed and leaned against the railing. It's been ten minutes.

Getting paranoid with all of the creaking sounds the old structure made, and how the wind whipped against the broken glass, I decided to walk up. I hated it. The spiral of stairs taunted me with each creak, my heart beating quite hard. I grit my teeth, causing most my headache, hoping for this torchere to end. I love rollercoasters, but if they were slow, made creaking sounds, and open to the world, that is when I start freaking out. I'm basically crawling up the stairs now, Alayna wasn't on any of the floors. Nothing was on any of the floors except for a trunk, which I will explore later. I reach the top and trip over the last step; desperately trying to get off of those damn things. I hold both of my elbows, it was chilly out here. I looked around for Alayna, my eyes squinted because of the wind. I saw her leaned over the railing, looking off into the black sea. I walked towards her and stood next to her looking out. We both knew what we were thinking,

'What are we going to do after this?'

Not the lighthouse, the whole trip if it ends early. Will we go back to our shitty lives? Or will we have something interesting to go back to? Will we stay in Japan or Brighton or even Spain? I don't know. I let out a small breath, looking down at the sand now. It looked so white now that it was nighttime, it's weird how everything seems to be a different color at night.

Alayna handed me a journal she found.
"I found it on the fifth floor, it's loaded with cool shit. Pictures, drawings, journal entries, and all." I look at the leather cover and the yellow pages, it sure was cool as shit. I hand it back to her and she stuffs it in her inner jacket pocket. "I'm hungry," I mumble, holding my stomach. "I'll choose a restaurant for ya when we get back." She turns around and looks back at me, her blonde hair being blown along with the wind. "Okay, but let's check out that trunk on the fourth floor." I follow her down, holding onto her yellow raincoat. I hate yellow. But right now, this is very comforting for me. We make a turn to the left and we walk into the room. There stood a dusty trunk against the wall, nothing else but a lamp in the corner by a window. Alayna approaches it and whips out her switch blade, picking the lock.

She lifts the lid and we look inside of it, it had a lot of pictures of a family and objects that were passed down in the family. For example, jewelry, toys, stones, etc. I reach for a picture with a man on it, he wasn't smiling for his portrait. He looked rather pissed.
"Someone doesn't look happy," Alayna said with a smile, taking the picture from me and holding it up for both of us to see. "I wonder who owned this lighthouse." I say, looking at the picture intently and in thought. "It seems family owned, so I guess they all died out or someone just didn't want to take care of it." Alayna said with a shrug, putting the picture back down. There wasn't really anything interesting in there, so we closed it and walked out. After we closed the door, we headed back to our hotel, motel, whatever it was.