Aurora

Her fingerprints

Wind slipped through the cracks of my now locked window cruising around my entire bedroom until lastly gently pushing the leaves on my plant to and fro, I sat on the floor in the eerie silence with just the slight crack of the floorboards when I changed my position not to get pins and needles. My mum locked the door as soon as I got back in yesterday from the garden, no one is allowed to touch the door not even to pass in food every five-six hours instead my mum hired someone last night, while I was in here, to install a bowl hight flap so Mindy can pass me my food without opening the door. I was flicking passed all drawings in the drawing book, I got to the last drawing, the drawing of my family. Stroking git I felt something gritty on the bottom corners on the page, I went back some more and it was on all of them. They were grayish-brown lines in around four different circles. As I looked closer it came to me that they were Auroras fingerprints when she would turn she page before I gave her a bath. I felt so guilty that a brought her into a home with Godzilla living here, she must of been horrified to be new in a new world and then something like that happen. It still shocks me that she stood up to my mum for me, just seeing what my mum did to my cheek and yet go against her natural instinct to hide, she fought the biggest predator in my habitat. I turned the page where it was completely blank it I decided to balance on the window ledge and walk around to find a pencil, there was none to find so instead I used the aurora ballpoint pen. I as scribbling away for about five minutes moving the pen up and down, left and right, my artistic skills have improved so I drew a more realistic looking me alone in the niggle of the page, my face had no expression, my eyes had I slight tint of black around them making me appear worn out. I had the same dress on from last night and in the picture. I shut the book fulfilled with what I had done and slid it under my bed, I went back to thinking about the meaning of life then a couple of taps on the window from the outside could be heard, I clambered up, pressed both my hand onto the ice cold glass and leaded on it. Their was a single gathering of little lines smudged on the outside of the window, then a strip of curly hair was blown into my view, Aurora had climbed up the white cross hatching fence that was home to growing roses. She had come to get me out but I couldn't open the window when I grabbed one of my pillows and stuffed my alarm clock into it, I don't know if you know my plan but I hope it works. One throw of the stuffed pillow right in the middle of the window and I smashed into five pieces lucky fell outwards onto the luminous green grass. The pillow cushioned the smash so no one came up to investigate. I carefully squeezed passed all the mountain shards trying to gasp onto any part of my clothes, the climb down was scarier then I thought but knowing I was escaping the prison that was my bedroom. When our splintered feet couched the grass we both exchanged a reunion hug, "thanks Aurora" I whispered with a smile. We once again just like a replay we ran amongst the glistening light through the leaves and pushing branches as we sprinted out off the house and the real worlds sight.