Antoine's Curious Collection of Arbitrary Short Stories

There's a Door on the Wall

Doors, there's lot of doors, which one tonight? I scanned around, with my eyes. There's too many to pick; blue, green, yellow. I stop as the door colored in red caught my attention, this must be it right? I walk towards it. "I know you're here. I can feel your presence," I gripped the door handle and gulped for air before pulling it slowly, "Please."

I know I shouldn't been playing tonight. I have finals tomorrow but I can't help it. I can't lose this chance. I've waited for this. The door finally opened. My eyes hurt for a moment from the sudden exposure of light. I adjusted after a few seconds. It's white, a large open space colored in white, and it's empty. I heave a sigh. I got myself disappointed, again. I walk outside of the room, the doors disappeared. "When will you be generous?" I said, exasperated.

I walk towards my bed; I groaned and let my emotion out to the pillows. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" I got interrupted when I heard a knock at the door "It's me, are you okay, honey?" she said. I hurriedly locked the door so she can't open it "Hmm, yes, I'm just...stressed, chemistry," i lied. "Do you want some tea? I'll make you one," she asked. "No, I'm okay," i bit my lip for lying again. "Okay, study hard and good luck for your exams," she said. "Thanks Mom," I said, feeling guilty. I heard footsteps; I guess she finally walked away. I sat behind the door for a while. 7 days, I have to wait again for 7 days. "You can see me anytime you want, but I can't, you're so unfair, luck," I think out loud.

I woke up early in the morning to the sound of the alarm. I realized that I've fallen asleep on the floor, not my bed. My body ached for the improper position of how I slept. I got up and after preparations I made my way to the kitchen, my mom greeted me morning and kisses my cheek. "Where's dad?" I ask absentmindedly. "He goes to work early." I didn't respond. After breakfast, I walked alone to school. Nothing much happened. We answered our exams and got home early, I didn't talk much with my friends. I'm still not in the mood to mingle with people. I think about him and our stupid secret. It's a game and we're the only who knew, it's not like anyone will believe me if I tell them, not even my parents.

3 days had passed, just 4 to go and we'll play again. I stare at the ceiling and let the ticking sound of a clock pierce my ears. I lift my hands and act like I was trying to catch something. I'm bored, I miss him. I notice the scar on my wrist; I smiled bitterly, was that a long time ago? It feels like yesterday, I put my hands on my chest and feel the pumps of the thing that keeps us alive. What could possibly happen if you didn't show up that time? Would it still beat? "Honey, are you awake? You still haven't eaten anything," my mom intercepted. "I'm not hungry yet" I said listlessly. "I'm worried about you, do you want me to come in, we'll talk," she said worriedly. "Mom, I'm fine, please," she didn't respond.

I think about the past; I think about how hard it is to change school from time to time, I think about my mom and how she cries about my condition, my dad and how disappointed he is for me "lying". I didn't lie. It's real; I just get tired of it, of telling the truth and getting hurt because of it. I learned to talk based on what people prefer to hear and finally I can fit in their world but all of it is fake; everything around me is. You're the only one who's not.

I tried to imagine our first encounter; I was at school getting bullied. I'm only 12 that time. I ran from home; crying, i tried to hurt myself, I didn't feel anything at first, convinced, i tried to end it. Then i felt a hand, someone grabbed me. I opened my eyes and it was you, you saved me. You're inside that door; i just keep forgetting what color it is.

4, 3, 2, finally the day I've been waiting. I locked myself in my room, closed the windows, and prepared myself. They're coming out, one by one: Red, blue, indigo. What color should I pick? Green! It must be the green this time. I opened the door immediately. Dark, it was dark; no visible sign of anything. Where am I? I tried to walk, slowly, step by step. It's quiet, my heart is beating wildly. I can feel it, someone's here "Hello," I finally say. My voice echoes. I stopped as I bumped on something; "He's not here," said the voice, cold. The sound came just near me. "It's you!?" I said as i realized that the I thing i bump on was someone. "You've failed," he said together with the sudden closing of the door. It shut with a sound of a thud.