What Should I Do?

Chapter 1

So many doors! I just need the right one! Which one?

I look around and see so many varieties. There's a blue door that looks like just any other front door to my left and a dark maroon one that's awfully short and wide to my right. To the left of that red one is an ugly yellow one in the shape of a triangle about six feet tall. Acrost from that, is a tall, salmon pink sheet of thick steel with hinges on either side. On its right, is dark lavender door with the door knob at the very top.

I stop to take a breath and decide on a door as the lavender one opens and I see a hand with a silver ring that covers the entire pointer finger and comes to a pointed claw-like tip and I panic.

So I run to the pink steel plated door with hinges on both sides. I try to open the door from the left side of the hinges and panic even more when it doesn't open.

Finally, I try the right side hinges.

It opens and I dash inside and frantically close the door.

I sit inside the darkness of the pink-doored room for what seems like hours and touch my eyes.

I've been crying the entire time.

Suddenly, there's a quick flash of light, the door closes again, the bolt slids shut and I'm washed in darkness again.

Whoever came in here walks up to me, picks me up and sets me on a seat I didn't even know was there, leans down to me, and says, "I've known from the very start."

I gasp awake and get out of bed.

Sometimes, I wish I didn't have to sleep.