Locker 101

chapter 19

2:30 am

This feels like déja vu. Waking up at this time, panting, while Sam sat close to comfort me.

It seems like life never fails to sadden me. Whenever a spark of hope appears, the old tape of dark memories plays again. Hurt after hurt. Sobs being the chorus to my life's song. Nonetheless, I try and I fight with all the power that's left in my broken soul.

15 years had passed since i first saw light, yet it feels like I had just been dreaming and the light is far from my sight.

Why me? A question we all had dancing through our minds. Its answer is a mistery held tight by faith. We've always been taught to accept it and move on with life. Everything happening for a reason. A reason we'll see soon. A reason that will unleash all the answers to our questions.

I believe in faith and I believe in all that. It's not an easy task to hold on to your beliefs though, when everything in life is pulling you away from them. Making you question yourself after every move. Guess we only live to see how long we'll be able to hold on, before we let go and crash hard to the ground.

That, or if we are lucky enough to be one of the few who succeed, and stay strong till the very end.

I thanked Sam again and assured him I'll be fine. He nodded and returned to his room. I looked up, taking every part of this room I'm staying at. It used to be somebody's room. They were lucky their house wasn't destroyed that day.

Thinking again, they might not be that lucky. While their house might be in a good matter, they themselves might be suffering and not as safe nor sound.

Looking back at what had happend, I was the lucky one. Counting all the times I had escaped from my hardships with all myself intact together.

It's funny how we envy others, judging on what we see. We don't take a moment and look deep into that person. We act like the surface is all we can see and forget about what's hidden deep inside. We forget that there; all the treasures are hidden.

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Sam was taken aback after I had told him my story. His face was a good mix of many emotions. I could see amazement, confusion, fear, excitement.. all written neatly on his features.

He gaped his mouth open .. then closed it.. then opened it again.. trying to form words. Eventually, he told me how happy he is that I'm safe and how he had misjudged Andrew.

Speaking of which, I wonder where he could be. Not that I'm worried about him surviving, since It's the one thing he excels at. The thing is, we had grown so close, he became like family to me. Therefore, not having him around hurts a bit. All the mistery he holds gives life some flavor. A little sprinkle of spices that challenge your taste buds and leaves you lost within them.

We were standing infront of the big gates. The gates I dreaded so much. No matter how wrecked they looked, or how dead and weak they appeared, they will stay the doors that held sadness and anger. The doors that left me wounded and scared. The doors that destroyed my confidence and ripped me off my bubbly personality.

They were surprisingly locked. As far as I remember, they weren't locked when we were there. Someone must have came here then.

But..

Who in their right mind would risk their life and go to the school just to lock it.

I didn't put much thought to it and followed Sam as he jumped over the wall. It wasn't that high after all.