Ordinarily Normal

Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO

I pick up my phone and walk over to the front door. First of all I check through the letterbox to make sure when I open the door no human or animal is going to attack me. It's okay I receive the all clear and open the door. Carefully I hop down the pavement slabs cautiously not stepping on the cracks so I'm not demolished by crocodiles or whatever monsters that lay lurking under those slabs of useless pavement. I know this is just a story of myth but I abide by it like it's one of the commandments in the Bible.

I make the resolution to take the house to the right as its to the right so surely it should be the 'right house' to go to. I walk and let my mind subconsciously walk too, my thoughts don't lead anywhere, my mind is blank and my brain is empty. Getting nearer to the door I observe the ruby red door, I like this colour door. In some ways it is nicer than ours. After making a mental note to ask my dad to paint the door red or maybe blue like Chelsea as that would be amazing I knock on the door.

Mr. Bentley answers 'Hello Sonny, what can I do for you?'

The way he speaks kind of creeps me out a little and he has a paedoish grin on his face too. It makes me more skittish than I was a minute ago and maybe another drop of blood was added to that pool of water.

'Hi, umm... I arrived home from school at 3:52pm and my parents weren't home, Its now 6:02pm and they still aren't home. In case you didn't know I'm Dylan Smith from number 41 and just wondered if you knew where my parents are?' I sad in the most strongest tone yet my voice quavered slightly during the middle.

'I'm sorry Matey, I have  no bloody clue, how am I supposed to know where your parents are this afternoon!' Mr. Bentley retorted.

I quickly mutter 'Thank you anyway, speak to you soon sir, bye'.

He violently slams the door shut in my face and I make a judgemental decision we need to colour our door red to give the colour red a better reputation because really?! Mr. Bentley didn't seem like a very nice man he also did seem a little drunk too!

Once I take into account that he could be under the influence of alcohol I forgive him slightly. Maybe he didn't mean to. I walked round and straight past my door to the house on the left which I think will be no better, but it's worth a try!

I knock once and the sound echoes though the door, a clear hollow tapping noise that somehow makes me feel better about knocking on this door. Like its truthful or honest. The human in this house will help me I'm sure of it, then I won't have to worry anymore. I'm sure this is what's going to happen.

NO ANSWER!

I swear everybody is hiding from me today! It's unbelievable, like I'm in some kind of other dimension! I quickly push that thought out of my head because that is unreasonable and childish. So I'm surrounded by a house containing a drunk person, a shell of a house with no humans inside and my own is empty too. Four more drops of blood enter the pool of water and the water is now a fully light pink colour. My heart begins racing as I step across the slabs of pavement to my house and I go in shut the door and sink behind it down to my knees. I'm worried, alone, with no hope of finding where on this Earth my parents are!

Tears erupt out of their ducts and I didn't even realise they had until I felt my cheeks were damp. My heart was in my throat, my head was light-headed and my mind was exploding. I tried to inhale deeply but all that came out was raspy gasps as my lungs overfilled from oxygen. I saw black spots in the corner of my eyes and it struck me like lightning what was happening. My hands  raked through my short brown hair as the realisation struck me. My vision became doubled then went. All I could see was black, a never ending chasm of the deep unknown in front of my eyes whilst I stumbled over to the medicine cabinet in search of my anxiety pills. The pills take about 20 minutes to work so I sat back down against the closed front door and found comfort in the fact that 97% of things you worry about never happen to you. Gradually my breathing slowed and it no longer sounded raspy, I stopped sweating and cooled down. I think about the quote 'Worrying will never change the outcome' I had read this on the internet a few weeks ago and I have a poster of it in my I bedroom opposite my bed.