Drop.
The first tear had fallen. Mom had yelled at me again. Some days I just can't stand to hear it. I mean it happens every other day right? Why does affect me still...
Oh yeah. Maybe the shard of hope that it would be the last time.
I run to my room, so she doesn't see me cry. I don't need to be called weak too. As I enter my room, I softly smile. Seeing my bookshelf. All those characters, that I could never meet, but are still family. I pick up my favorite one and start reading. Feeling the comfort that makes me happy. The only happiness I can get from a book. Suddenly something wrap around me. Not constricting, but comforting and soft.
Arms? And there was a body holding me.
Then I hear a soft and gentle voice, "Don't worry, Amanda. It's me."
YOU ARE READING
The Doorway
FantasyThere is a doorway, not accessible to many. A door way to your favorite worlds. The doorway was a blessing, but it required pain.
