The Last Door

Ring's and Poems

I wasn't hungry so it didn't bother me much when she didn't offer dinner the night before. The entire day I sat in my room unpacking all my stuff. I looked through the little tin box she gave me it was some nick-knacks and pictures of mamma. It had mamma's wedding ring in it and a small poem she had written it was addressed to me. 

My dear flower ,

You sprouted in June.

When your father and I

First saw you,

I swear, 

I could hear 

Our heartbeats quicken. 

I would not let my precious rose fall,

But instead teach her to bloom.

June my dear,

I will never let go.

 After reading it I balled my eye's out and read it over and over again. Grandma walked in on me just as I was reading it for the fourth time. She saw I was crying but didn't seem to acknowledge it. Instead she asked why I hadn't unlocked my door yet. Then she set a tray of food in my lap. Then she told me to come down for dinner when it was 5:00. I nodded my head and watched a tear drip off of my nose. I didn't want to look at her but a slight change in tone revealed she might feel a little bit sorry. When she left I read the poem a few more times and slipped the wedding ring on and glided the paper in my bra where it could always be close to my heart. 

When it was 5:00 I walked downstairs being sure to watch the doors until they were out of sight to make sure no one was following me. Then as I turned around at the bottom of the stairs I ran into grandma. 

"Oh sorry" I said

She stood with her hands on her hips "So you finally decided to come down"

"Yes" I was going to ask where the bathroom was but I was to afraid. Instead I waited till after dinner to look for it. I only used it once but the house was so big I got lost. I eventually ran into grandma again after seeing most of the rooms about twice. I must've looked pretty ancy because she pointed down the hall and said 

"second door to your left" 

"Thanks" I said and hurried down the hall.

When I got out she she scooted over and patted the seat next to her on the couch. I sunk into the couch and we sat in silence until the tension got to strong.

"Why did you lock my door last night?"

She looked at me for a second and then back at the fire.

"It's bad luck to keep your door unlocked at night they say you will let unwanted things in without ever knowing it" 

It was strange. But mamma didn't lock the door and now she's six feet under ground. Thinking of that filled me with hate and sad. Sometimes I just don't know how to keep the tears from coming. I looked to the side hoping grandma didn't see me. Then I saw the scar on my arm the long red-white line along my entire arm was almost as hard to look at as it was living here.