Behind Closed Doors

Day 2 - Behind the Shelf -

Ruby Copeland
                                                     Tuesday 7:56pm
January 2, 2018
Dear Diary,

                    Today was a very special day for me. Today was the day that I get a break from all those princess duties. I had to do almost everything in that castle. It was as if I was the only one living there. As I laid in my bed I heard banging  from the other side of the door. I stood up and stretched. As I slipped on my bed slippers, the person on the other side of the door screamed, "OPEN UP THIS FREAKING DOOR." At that time I knew it was my impeccably annoying, disgusting , rude father.

I quickly ran to open the door. He stared at me and asked me, " Why are you still in bed Ruby." As I stared at him for about 5 seconds I said, " Today is my break..... remember?" He looked puzzled, then he looked angry. I could never quite figure him out. Then he shouted, " STOP TESTIG MY F*CKING NERVES RUBY. YOU ARE GOING TO DO YOUR PRINCESS DUTIES, AND THAT'S FINAL!" He stormed out of my room and as I shut my door I sighed and got ready for the day.

As I got all dressed up, I cleaned the ENTIRE castle. From top to bottom, between every creak and crevasse. I cleaned my ass off, and every time I would move on to another section of the castle, my father would yell, " You missed a spot." And I would roll my eyes and return back to the area and clean it all over AGAIN. As I cleaned I heard a soft voice that whispered, " Follow me." I followed the voice and it led me to a corner of the castle. I was confused. I didn't know where the voice was leading me to. There was absolutely nothing there. As I turned back around I heard another voice that whispered, "Search very well and you shall find your answer."

I turned back around and started searching high and low. Looking for the mystery that awaited me. It crossed my mind that I could just be hallucinating, and there is actually no one talking to me. It could just be another one of those voices in my head. As I looked behind the bookshelf I saw something. It wasn't something you could just walk away from. As I removed books from the shelf, I felt a cold shiver down my spine. When the last book was removed , lights flickered and the temperature of the room dropped . I rapidly shoved the books back on the bookshelf, and hid behind the wall. There had to be a mistake, I was no longer in the castle. My mind drifted into a cold medieval dungeon that seemed to be familiar to me, like I have seen it before.I closed my eyes and screamed at the top of my lungs after seeing the vision. As I open my eyes, I  was back at the castle. As my heart raced, I smelled something. It smelled like rotten eggs drenched in a manly cologne. I swiftly ran behind a wall, so he wouldn't see me.

He yelled, "RUBY WHERE ARE YOU!! MY BATHTUB ISN'T GOING TO CLEAN ITSELF." Shortly after, I heard the clicking of my father's shoes descend into the corridor of the castle. I came out from where I was hiding and got my duster and swiftly but quietly ran. I ran into my room and avoided my father, so he wouldn't know where I came from. As I got to my room I yelled, " Yes father I am down here. What would you like for me to do?" As he scurried halfway down the steps he stopped, and panted like a tired dog that had been running for miles. Then he dreadfully walked down the rest of the steps. Breathing heavily he said, "  I need for you to clean my tub. I need it to be squeaky clean for my Midnight TubTalks." As I raised one eyebrow I asked, "Father not to be rude, but what is a Midnight TubTalk?" He looked at me and dropped his jaw. "Child, even if I explained it to you, you wouldn't understand. You are too....how do I put this? You are to slow to understand the things I do and why I do them. " As he said that a state of depression emerged upon my face.

I sadly walked to his room and cleaned his tub. As I was scrubbing the tub, I felt tears streaming down my face. I remember the days when he would call me his little dumpling pie, or even the times my mother would bathe me in this very tub and sing songs she made up lyrics to as she goes. My father had changed a lot. He would treat me as his servant rather than a daughter. He doesn't care anymore. I remember the last time I asked him why we don't hire a nurse he said, "Why hire one when I have a great one right in front of my eyes." I couldn't argue with him, I was pretty good at cleaning up messes but I sure wasn't no maid. I shook my head in disbelief as I thought of all the hurtful words he has ever said to me. If I were to make a book on all the hurtful things he has ever said to me, there would be 15 volumes of the book. I wish things would just go back to how they were before my mother disappeared. I really miss her and I know she will come home one day. But if she never comes back, I hope she will rest in a safe place. But now I had to figure out one thing. What is really behind that bookshelf?

                                         -Ruby
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