My Name Is Reo ✅

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TAndPens.
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Monday.
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(Sorry)

It was late, maybe around two in the morning or something past midnight, I could tell by the pitch darkness out the peeking of the dropped curtains and even the rustling of a tree out. The closet light was turned on, a bad habit I developed after watching a Horror movie alone, but it illuminated my room slightly.

I could see the shadows of my bed on the floor and the plain closet door, and even the reflection of the mirror. My room walls are a  plain violet, maybe the darker shade of violet mixed with green, I wasn't sure on what color to pick when we moved in, Leo chose blue, my parent's chose green and cream, and I just wanted to feel among and stupidly chose Violet and green. It isn't that pretty to look at, but I didn't have a choice to change it.

It might rain soon, I was getting the feeling that it would in a few minutes. The tree branches were rustling more, the wind howled out and tapped on my window, even the roof was making weird noises but I wasn't afraid. For some reason I wanted it to rain, I wanted it to rain and rain and rain and never stop raining, I wanted to be trapped at home and never leave, I didn't want to go for the interview with the Harvard official.

I turned to my side, a spring poked me by my side, if I was dozing before, I was awake already. I shifted a bit in the smaller bed, the smallest bed out of everyone else's, even the guest bed was bigger, it was a punishment for being late when we wanted to pick beds.

The thought shifted to the back of my mind, it want important. If I managed to fool the official, I would have a full scholarship into Harvard, well not me, but Leo. I would be going by the name Leo, Leo Murray, and Reo would be gone. It wasn't making any sense, how would they explain me being a girl when it was stated that Leo is a boy. I didn't even want to bother myself with the thoughts of it anymore.

The pale pink blanket snaked their way down to my waist, I pulled it up again, shivering at the coldness of the Air-conditioning at the far corner of my room. I sat up, my head touching the equally cold wall and looked at what has always been my room since I was five. There was nothing new, nothing different. The shelves were still bare, save for the dust particles gathering at the shelves and the need to clean it.

There were no posters, no paintings, no pictures, nothing at all. It was just how I've always left it since I was a kid.

My feet made a chilling contact with the wall, it took everything in me not to cry out, the cold reached up to my brain, but I pushed it off and wrapped my blanket around me. I walked to my half opened closet door, the yellow bulb lighted the small storage-like room, there were rows and hangers of clothes: my school prep uniform and clothes I've never had the chance of wearing out. I was looking for something, not to glance at the clothes or look at the plain brown shelves and white shoeboxes with shoes I haven't opened, but something smaller.

I knelt infront of the hangers and got on my hands, my head looking through the small space that demarcated the clothes from the floor. My view was blocked by something, I found it. I pulled it out, trying not to cough at the dust gathering in the air.

It was a small box, almost the size of a shoebox, maybe smaller, locked but carrying the remaining memories of my childhood.

I fished for the key also hidden in that small space, the small key was easy to lose, very easy, it didn't have a holder, or a duplicate, once it's gone, it's gone. I thrusted the metal key in the small lock, the small creak of the key opening the wooden box softly echoed in the closet room.

Pictures, letters, notes, paper, beads, a small dress, the head of a doll, everything I had left was in the box.

My everything.