Broken

Chapter 2

Just as my hand is about to touch the handle, I hear another sound behind me from the living room.

"Don't open that door!"

I turn around and see a small dark figure standing at the end of the hallway.

"What?" I ask as I walk towards her. The closer I get to her, the clearer she gets.

It's a little girl in a red and black gothic lolita dress with dark shoulder-length hair. She seems to be wearing a mask with a sad face on it.

"You should never open that door," she says to me with her arms behind her back. The person in that room keeps banging on the door. Desperately begging to be let out.

"Why? And who are you?" I ask her with a confused expression.

"If that door opens, everything will fall apart. I worked hard to keep it inside. It should never be let out" she says in a serious tone as she simply stands and stares ahead.

"Who is it?" I look towards the door too. The handle turns up and down as 'it' tries to get out.

"A demon. I think sooner or later someone will open that door. When that happens...you won't be what you are right now and I will cease to exist."

"Wait...what are you talking about? And who are are you anyways?" I ask her persistently.

"Morgan. You need to keep in mind the difference between wrong and right. Or else it'll be too late." She says dodging the question once again.

"I asked who are you!" I ask her with frustration as I grab her arm and jerk her a little.

She finally turns her head towards me, facing me with that sad face mask.

"I am your lie. And that there is your truth"

She says in the same serious tone.

I lift my hand towards her mask, determined to see the face hidden underneath.

But as soon as I touch it, a big bright light from the mask makes me shut my eyes and through the thin flesh of my eyelids, I can see the white light grow and surround me.

My eyes flutter open to the warmth of the sunlight shining through my window. I try to recall the dream I just had but I feel it slowly slipping away from my memory. In the end, I just give up on trying to remember it. I feel so tired I don't wanna get up. I glance at the clock and close my eyes once again. Then I suddenly wake back up.

" I'M LATE! " I quickly get up and notice a big wet stain near the pillow. Oh no, the ice pack melted. Well, I don't have time for that now. I get changed, look for any bruises on my body and hide them with makeup. Grabbing my bag, I stuff an apple and a bottle of juice from the fridge inside it. Looks like a mom already left. Good. Then I proceed to run to school as fast as I could.

I'm out of breath as I slam open the glass door. The teacher along with everyone stares at me.

"Umm...sorry I'm late," I say.

" I've told you before too. Try to be on time. Now go take your seat! " the teacher says scornfully and continues to write on the board.

As I make my way towards my seat, I could already hear the whispering and the snickering of the other students. Aah...now I see why. Those jerks have managed to find new words to smear on my desk. I glare at the person behind me, highly responsible for this.

Jessica smirks "Hey loser, sit down. I can't see the board with your ugly head in the way "

Some of the students start giggling. I quietly sit down. Seriously, can the teacher really not notice what's going on or she just chooses to ignore it?