White Door

Boom, boom. Boom, boom. My heart races. She is coming. Although I can barely hear her footsteps over the pounding of my heart, I know she is coming. Who? You may ask. Well, I will explain more on that later. I am Viviette Esme Pelletier. I am thirteen years old and I live in Thornhill Orphanage, It sounds exactly how it is. It is literally like being forced to lie on a hill of thorns. Granny (A.K.A. The lady who runs this place) has a secret ability to erase our past. Luckily for me, I also have an ability. I am able to resist her power. I have to act like I don't remember anything, so she doesn'y send me to, the room. The room is the one place here you want to avoid. Us children only go to the room once, to get our past erased. Well, at least if we are lucky. If we are unlucky, and we give any signals of having my ability, then we spend the rest of our lives behind the white door. 

I have a best friend. Her name is Olivia Elizabeth Seitz. She looks like me; brunette hair, hazel eyes, freckles. The only difference is Granny knows about her. Granny knows she has my ability. Granny is coming to get her. So, I promised to help her escape. Now Granny is close. She is hustling to open the doorknob. And then: the door opens.

Right before she sees us, I pull Olivia's arm and yank her behind the brown wardrobe. Granny looks around the room for an hour, but eventually leaves.

A few weeks pass. 

On a tuesday in June, A new arrival comes to the Orphanage. His name is Blake. He has dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, and that's all i knew about him before Granny took his memories.

After about three days I decided to get to know Vlake better. I knew we had something special. I tryed casually asking about the room, to see if he had an ability. "Well, I still remember my pa-" I cut him off. "You can't be going around saying that out loud! Granny will find you, and you will be banished behind the white door!" "Oh. I'm sorrry. Do you remember your... um p-a-s-t?" He was whispering now. "Yes, but you can't tell anyone." I whispered almost silently back to him. His eyes were glowing. I felt as if he stared at me forever. I simply explained my entire life to him, and he stared even deeper. He tried to lean in for a kiss, but i slapped him and said, "If Granny catches us, we willl both be banished to the room!" He smiled back. "I would like that." I slapped him again and he shut up. Well, at least for a minute. "I like you, Viviette."

Now, whenever I think about Blake, I get all... butterfly-y. I immediatly skip to Olivia's dorm to tell her about Blake. When I knock, no reply. I try our secret knock. Knock, knock....knock, knock, knock. No reply. I kick open the door and all I find is Olivia's room. Only problem: It is stripped of all of her things and nothing is here except: a bare bed with no sheets, an empty dresser, a window without curtains. That is when I realized, I never helped Olivia escape, and Granny was chasing her.

I run to Blake room and explain everything that happened. I tell him he has to help me. He accepts under one condition, we have to get the police to close this place. I agree to the deal and tell him I'll be back by morning. then, we sneak a little hug and I'm off to my room. I have a plan.

At exactly 12:00 at night, I open my window silently. I leave a stick in the corner so I can get back in, then I travel to best buy. I had saved up my money over the eight years I had been there. In total, I had $574. I looked around at the cameras and found one for only $199.99. I purchased it and ran back to my window. Luckily, my stick didn't move, so I could get back in.

In the morning, I met with Blake and told him I would record the next new person getting their memories erased. And guess what? a little girl named Malaya came today. right before Granny took her into the room, I set up the camera. It was preetty easy actually. All I had to do was fit my 4ft 11in body through the vents. I reached my hand through a hole and hit record just as Granny strapped the innocent girl to the chair. She screamed alot, so I had pure evidence it hurt. 

After about three hours, Granny was done, so I stopped the recording. I silently crawled through the vents to Blake's room and showed him some of the video. I hid the camera that night. We had completed part one of the plan.

That night, I traveled to the police station and dropped off the camera. I told them not to watch it until June 13th, and they agreed. Part 2, done.

In the morning I told Blake the next part involved him, and to meet me in the hallway that night.

That night, we met in the hallway, as planned. We crept to the white door and I used my hair pin to pick the lock. It opened. In the corner, I saw Olivia. She had ducktape around her mouth, feet and hands. Blake had a pocket knife so he cut her free andI ripped the duct tape off her mout. Suddenly, her eyes almost popped out of her skull. I turned around, and Granny was tanding in the door.

Blake tried to run, but Granny lifted a shot gun out of her pocket and shot him. I fell to the floor immediatly and started weeping hysterically. I don't know why. Teenagers don't cry. But I kept crying and I couldn't stop. She reducktaped Olivia, and duct taped me. Luckily, it was June 12th. 

The next afternoon the cops came pouring into the Orphanage like they were ants coming after crumbs. They found me and Olivia immediatly and handcuffed Granny. I was so relieved.

Two weeks later we were all relocated to Sunnyside Foster Care, where Mrs. Gunton cared for us. We were so free. And when I went to look through everybody's old things, I found Blake's Journal. The last page said, "I hope Viviette loves me as I love her." I do, Blake, I do.