Into the Wardrobe (An Asa Butterfield Fanfiction)

My name is Angel Dean Osborne. I know it sounds so manly. I hate it too.

I'm sixteen years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Hamish Academy, a private school for troubled kids in Philippines.

Am I a troubled kid?

Yeah. You could say that.

I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it, but things really started going bad last August, when I was on my way back at home from my school.

All the way into the street, I put up with Nicole Baretto, the super tanned 8th grader we sometimes call acne girl, hitting my best friend Amber in the back of the head as she accidentally poured her hot choco drink earlier at the school's cafeteria. She didn't mean it of course. I don't know what got her, but she really do seem clumsy all the time. She and I are doing Taekwondo every weekends and she eventually cries whenever she got thumped during a spar at the gym. You should have seen her crying like a baby curled up like a snail. Haha.

Anyway, Nicole decanted hot choco drink at her that soiled her white uniform, and she knew I couldn't do anything back to her because my dad would ground me again from not seeing my best friend for a week. And that would be a mess I was about to get myself into.

Though Amber's gaucheness always gets me in trouble, I love that bitch. She's the bestest bestie anyone could ask for.

Overhead, the rain was brewing, with clouds blacker than the usual one. I figured maybe it was global warming or something, but whatever it is, I already thought that I should go back home immediately before it pour out. So Amber and I's trip to somewhere was postponed and that we decided to continue it tomorrow after school.

I looked back up and stared blankly at the sky, as if waiting for the rain to fall. I have moments like that a lot, when my brain falls asleep or something.

After gaining my consciousness, I gazed at the doorknob readying to open it when a loud bang loomed inside like someone were throwing plates over at one another.

Absolute terror ran through my body. Did someone break in our house? I found my hypothesis wrong when seconds later, I heard a lot of shouting indoors.

It had been a long, tense winter. My dad spent a lot more time at his place of work than he did at home. The stress of the situation might have caused my dad's tolerance and his moods to sink lower and lower. He and mom barely talked to each other now, and I could tell that dad's patience was almost extinguished. I really don't know what's going on between them. All I could think of is that this has been coming for a long time and it has been the worst fight.

I opened the door and my heart sank when I saw my mom having red marks under her eyes. Her skin was pale, and it looked like there were more lines in her forehead and face than there had previously been.

When I dropped my bag, they stopped what they're doing and looked at me, surprised.

"Mom, Dad, what are you doing?"

Dad stomped away from the table then shouted, "Pack your things Angel, we are leaving tomorrow, after your school hours," and went directly at his room banging the door like the hinges could have been almost blown off.

Mom and I reacted at the same time with confused look. "WHAT?!"

"Mom, what the hell's happening?" I was asking her that the few times but she keeps ignoring me and went directly to my dad's room knocking as loudly as my neighbors can hear.

"JOHN OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW!!! YOU ARE NOT TAKING MY KIDS AWAY FROM ME. OPEN THE DOOR!"

Dad did as he was told. Father's face was almost purple with fury. He raised his hand as if to hit mom, but I ran between them as to protect her. He swallowed once, took a deep breath, and then shook his head.

"I'm not going anywhere dad."

"Whatever happens, you, your sister and I are leaving this house."

"And what about mom?"

He looked away, which meant something. I love my mom and she's my everything. She's the best person in the world. My mother can make me feel good just by walking in the room. Her smile is as warm as a quilt. When she looks at me, it's like seeing all the good things about me, none of the bad. And I don't want to be separated from her.

I was left in the room for them to do some talking. After an hour, they went back and sat beside me like they reconciled.

"So your mom and I have decided..."

"We're not going away right?"

I was holding my hopes up when my mom suddenly burst into tears, which meant only one thing. I stood open mouthed with shock, then brushed past mom and dad and ran to my room. I didn't look back, not even when they called me and said that they were sorry. I locked the door behind me and went in to my wardrobe. The only place I feel safe. The only place I know where everyone couldn't bother and see me. I was crying for the first time.

"I don't wanna live like this. I hate them. I hate my life. My life's screwed up. I wish I could go to someplace where nobody knows me. Where I could play things safe..."

"I want to be alone... just like this."

I was sobbing eternally when I suddenly fell asleep.

I woke up for like 2 hours already still inside of my wardrobe. I was drowning with sweat so I decided to go out. A light flashed in my eyes and thought that maybe, it wasn't only two hours. I was probably in there overnight, without eating my dinner. When I stepped out of the cabinet, everything was different.

"This is not my room." I roamed my eyes in the span. I was more aware of the change in the room as soon as I began to walk in.

"this is definitely not my room."

On more than one occasion, I had the urge to explore the corners of the bookshelves, finding myself lost for over hundreds of books neatly placed. There was a wooden toy box in one corner and a large wardrobe in the other which I got into. Between them stood a chest of drawers with a mirror on top.

"Why am I here? What am I doing here? Oh ho ho. This is a dream." I pinched myself in the face, and in my elbow, my hand and I am still awake.

"Where the hell am I?" I continued to ask myself a lot of question when someone barged in and asked me another question. He was on my back so I couldn't see his face, but his voice was rather deep and British I could tell it.

"Who are you?"

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A/N: First story yep! Sorry if the introduction might seem long and boring. I want you guys to understand how she came int o the wardrobe and stuffs like that. I hope you like it~ I'm going to update it maybe once a week? Please stay tune moooreee~ XDD

I would like to thank my twin kiddo, Meggy Nguyen for the editing! I couldn't publish this without you! xoxoxoxox.

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