That Door

• Laura Donohue, Grade 9
• Short Story
• 2010

Today, tonight i sit quietly at our old and rigid dinner table. thoughts of apprehensive feelings come to mind remembering every night every painful hour as I enter that door the realm of foughty winks, as I slowly touch the round disturbing handle of that horrifying door. the embarks with the eyelids , pounding fast down and slow back up like the sound of wooden base drums , echoes echoes echoes then a slight falling sensation , you know you cant go back , its time, its over the pain begins . I near the black gates , the red lights burning through my eyes slowly converting me over to the other side ........ Falling... eyes pounding... I awake with blurry florescent digits of 4:03 flashing in my weak eyes. I realize i need to go back its not time i need to ....But i cant i cant take this anymore I need help. Please help me .