COLLAPSE(On Hold)

Chapter 1

I have always wanted to leave my room. Countless times I've asked Dad. Unfortunately he'd always say things like; "Amalia it's much too dangerous for a fragile girl like you, You're just not ready for the world, I'll think about it, or his famous line, Soon."

How I wish "soon" would become a reality. As much as I've grown to love my room I will always have this itch to venture out that door. The door that holds my future. The door that holds a new world behind it. The door that holds. I know he only wants to protect me, but he can't be serious about keeping me in this room forever. What kind of life would that be?

 I can only hope and pray that one day I'd be let out. Although there is a fear that seems to creep into my mind. I can't help but feel afraid. What's beyond that door? What does it hold for me? Will I ever have enough courage to experience what's on the other side? Everything I know is here, so what will I know there? Maybe I think too much, or maybe I don't think enough. All I know is I want out, and I want out now.

Sighing as I finally find the strength to open my eyes. Just another day. Another day of the same thing. I look up at my white ceiling contemplating whether or not I should get out of bed. I probably should Dad will be up with breakfast soon. To confirm my assumption I lean on my elbow as I read the clock that sits upon my snazzy, purple bedside table. Sure enough it reads 9 o'clock. Right on time. 

I fall back on my bed once more just to revel in it's pillow like haven. It really is a haven. My bed looks fit for a queen with its king like styled headboard. It reminds me of the side of a kings crown. The material type of course. I clap my hands twice and watch as the lights flicker on. Rolling over onto my side I sit up with my legs dangling off the edge. You'd think my feet would touch the ground but I'm 5 foot 2. 

So I scoot closer to the edge and I finally feel my feet touch the ever so soft carpet that blankets the floor. I'm on my feet and headed towards my bathroom in a matter of seconds. Once I'm in the bathroom I get to work. Flipping the switch I watch my disheveled looking self appear on the mirror before me. 

Rolling my eyes I pull out the toothpaste and brush my teeth. Then I rinse my face with cold water to wake the rest of my body. After drying my face off I grab my brush and quickly run it through my hair. I then proceed to throw my hair into a half up half down due. Done. I head out of my bathroom and straight to my matching purple dresser. I pull out a white and black striped elbow sleeved shirt, and a pair of boyfriend jeans then throw them on.

 As if on schedule Duke comes running from his little, purple round bed. He's a pampered Yorkie I tell you. I lean down and pull him into my arms quickly giving him his morning snuggle. Placing him back on the ground I head to my vinyl collection and pick out my Oh Wonder record. As soon as the music begins to play I can hear the door handle jiggling. In walks my dad with a tray of piping hot breakfast.

"Good Morning sweetheart," dad says in a cheery voice.

"Good Morning Daddy," I smile.

"How are you doing today my sweet?" he asks.

"I'm doing great, what about you? How is work treating you?"

"Oh you know same old same old," he chuckles.

"Of course," I mutter amused.

"So I was wondering if we could have dinner tonight. We have a few things to discuss. Especially with your birthday coming up I have made some plans," he says with a giant smile.

I almost forgot my birthday is 3 days. I'll finally be the big one eight.

"Right I'll be eighteen!" I snap my fingers as he chuckles.

"I have big plans. I believe you're gonna love it," he says excitedly.

"Yeah yeah," I wave it off with a bright smile.

"So dinner tonight then?"

I nod my head yes, "Dinner tonight".

"Great! Now finish up breakfast so I can give you an early birthday present."

He places his hands on my back and pushed me towards my table where he set the food. I'm practically shoved in my seat before he takes a seat watching me as he does.

"Dad you're staring again," I remind him.

He smiles sadly, "Sorry it's just you look so much like your mother."

"Hey, it's okay," I reassure him.

Of course his usual smile slaps right back onto to his aging face, but that aging face is my best friend after Duke of course!

"Hurry!" he urges me. 

I take my my fork and scarf my food down, and watch as my dad's eyes widen.

"Amalia your going to choke yourself! Eat a little slower, but not too slow," he all but shrieks.

I chuckle, "Really dad? Really?"

"Yes really! Now eat child. I don't have all day."

"Okay okay," I say as I finish up the last bits.

"Okay I'm done. What is it that you wanted to give me?"

A bright smile lights up his face as he pulls out a small wrapped box.

"This was your mothers. She told me to give it to you on your eighteenth birthday. So here I am," he hands me the box. 

I quickly rip the wrapping off to find a small simple box that held so much love with its worn edges. I open it only to find a gold locket with intricate design. It was stunning.

"It's something ain't it? I would have given it to you on your birthday, but I just couldn't wait to see the look on your face," he commented.

 I could feel tears in my eyes as I opened the locket to find a picture of my beautiful mother with an infant securely wrapped in her arms. Breathing deeply I look up to see my father with tears in his steel eyes.

"Can you help me put it on?" I ask with a sad but happy smile.

"Of course," he replies as he rounds the table plucking the locket from my hands and placing it around my neck. The coldness of it seeped through my skin. It felt heavy only because of the meaning behind it. To think I can't even remember her saddens me, but dad had always cheered me up. So I'm very grateful.

"Thank you daddy," I reply softly as I throw my arms around his neck.

"Anything for you my sweet," he squeezes back.

With teary eyes I glanced at my clock and realized he needed to head to work before he's late.

"Dad you should head to work now. Wouldn't want to be late now would you?" I lightly punch his shoulder.

"Oh right! Well I'm off now. I love you sweetheart."

"I love you too."

"Remember we have a lot to discuss over dinner tonight," He smiles locking the door behind him.