The Staircase Of Doors

Chapter 3

He never left his case alone, I didn't know what it was to him but i knew it meant a lot. I just wished he would tell me what it was, but I regret making that decision because it put me through things I can't even describe.

 It was fall 1995 and me and Dylan were peacefully swinging on the swings across the street from my house, sharing secrets and juicy gossip, as per usual, and then I heard a noise.

 "Dylan did u hear that" I said as I moved in closer scared out of my mind

 Dylan suddenly became pale as he was staring into my eyes, he looked terrified and hurt, then suddenly the noise came back but this time it's louder, more threatening than before. Just as i'm about to say something Dylan jumps up and painfully whispers

 "I have to go, i'm sorry and I hope one day I can tell you but i'm not putting another person I love in danger" 

and before I had a chance to question him, he ran. He ran faster than any time I have seen him run. But then the words he said quickly ran through my head, specific ones stuck in my mind and wouldn't go away. They taunted me for a second as I watched him run. "Danger" and "Love" it's all I could think about. He's right, he isn't gonna lose another person he loves. Even though I haven't fully put it together yet, I trust him and I love him enough to take the risk. So with those very few seconds of thought, I ran. I ran harder than I have ever ran in my life.

 I see his house i'm almost there, my legs throbbing yelling at me to stop but for some reason, I can't. For some reason i'm still running, legs numb, out of breath and yet still running. Then finally i'm at his front door. I don't bother knock, I just bust my way in. I was not prepared for what I was about to see.

 I don't think anyone would have been.