It was less than a second, half a second maybe, but it changed everything. The moment that my eyes locked on to that small door I knew I had to open it. I walked across the room to the wall, and slid the huge piece of wood to the side of it. I was out of breath from the effort to move it, but still I did. I pulled the handle, but the door was locked.
Obsession is a strong word, but fitting in this case. Every day I tried opening that door. It still wouldn't budge; I tried looking everywhere I could think of for a key. I needed to know what was inside. I had this feeling I couldn't shake. Something was telling me that I needed to be there. I needed to be in that room.
One day, I walked into the auditorium where the door was, and to my surprise it was open. I made my way over slowly, and saw nothing but a white sheet covering an object I couldn't make out. Curiosity was over taking me as I crept closer and closer to my destination. I reached the thresh hold, and grabbed on to the sheet. When I yanked it off of the contents hidden below I gasped in complete shock.
Staring back at me was my pale and cold figure. I died, and I don't remember how. I don't remember anything before seeing the door. Who would do this to me? Broken sobs escaped my mouth as I fell to my knees. Nothing made sense anymore, at least not to me.
�XU
YOU ARE READING
Freeing Myself
RandomThe best way for me to write is unrestricted. This little Journal of sorts is the way to do that. You may see some parts of my personal life. You may laugh. You may cry. What is life without the roller-coaster ride though? All bets are off. Read at...
