The Unknown Behind My Walls

My Left Index Finger

There is gory description in this part. Don't be too scared!

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Cutting the gum out of my hair was easy, since it was stuck in the ends. I evened my hair out as well. I was in need of a trim anyways. My hair went in two buns on either side of my head, smaller strands poking out here and there.

I picked out clothes for tomorrow and laid them on my dresser. A green and white baseball tee, high waisted light blue jeans and my black and white shell toes. I skipped over to my desk and opened my laptop, ready to do homework. As I sat, I glanced at the hole in the wall above me. How in Hell am I going to fix that? I still remember Mike and I's conversation about the hole.

"Cadence, I didn't make any holes in your wall!" He was now furious I wouldn't drop the subject. We stood in our green and white kitchen. This part of the house was awkward, it was small but had a very high ceiling. Our table and chairs were high too, and some lights hung just above our heads when we sat at the table. It was also where our front door opened into, so the first part of the house anyone saw upon entering.
"What if you did and you didn't notice?" I suggested sweetly, twirling my hair in my fingers.
"I wasn't even in your room! Ssssttttooooppp....!!" He whined.
"Why are you getting so defensive?" I quickly gave him a sharp look and lowered myself eye to eye with him.
"Look, I don't know what crawled into your bedroom and knocked a hole in the wall but it wasn't me."
"Oh yeah?" I challenged him.
"Yeah." He accepted.
"Well who else was home? Was it one of your friends then?" I've got him so close to admitting.
"No! Ugh. You're so stupid. I don't know who made the hole but it doesn't have anything to do with me!"
"Ugh. Your lack of brain cells is irritating." I just wanted to sound smart. I basically insulted him in the same way he insulted me but he would never know.
"Go lay down. Tell me when you're off your period." I spin around and slammed his bedroom door as he walked out of the hallway. I rolled my eyes and marched upstairs. Just wait until I tell dad.

Now, I stare at the hole. I'm not sure if I believe Mike or not but it would be pretty hard to make a hole in my wall especially one this clean. I look at the hole only now noticing the almost perfect circle it is. Hardly any rigid edges. Slowly, I start to stand up to the hole. Almost involuntarily I bring my hand up towards the darkness it allows. Carefully, I place one finger on the edge of the hole, and I slide my finger into the unknown darkness behind my wall.

I wait for a minute and right when I'm about to bring my face closer to the hole to see what lies behind my wall, a shock runs through me as a searing pain starts through my finger and throughout my arm. I jump back and my hand flies away from the wall. Red rain drops sparkle when they fly in the air, surely staining my ceiling. I land flat on my bottom, having fallen out of my chair. While sitting, I shut my eyes tight. I cross my legs as a few tear drops fall from my eyes. I blink the rest away and stare at my finger.

A long, dark red trail spreads down from my finger tip to my palm, almost all of what could fit in the hole. Deeper than the Atlantic and larger than a whale is how the cut appeared. I stared at it, watching the river of blood flow freely and slowly from my finger. With my opposite hand I wipe away some tears and push myself up. Huffing, I get up and go downstairs. I run into Maple. "Auntie, I need to get a band- aid for my finger." I show her the cut.
"No no no dearie. We must take you to the doctors. That is going to require stitches for sure." I roll my eyes. "No Mapl-"
"Let's go." She grabs her keys and calls to tell Mike we will be back later. I know there's no use in protesting so I go along.

On the car ride, Maple pesters me with questions and concerns about my cut. "What's it from? Did someone hurt you? Should Mike be grounded? Do we need to talk with your father?" I didn't wanna discuss it. When she realized I was not in the mood, she just turned up the radio and let me be.

At the hospital, I get 4 stitches in my left index finger. After about 3 hours we can finally go home. By 6:00 we arrive back. I rush to my room, eager to observe once again. What the Hell did that? I near the hole, afraid to hurt myself again. I flash a light into the darkness and I can see it trailing off behind the wall. It's too dark to see anything. I lean over my desk to try to get a better look when something hits me hard in the butt.

I turn around to see Mike with a Nerf gun in hand and a bullet on the floor. "Run." He turns around and bolts out of the room, but I am not far behind him. I'm about to catch him and strangle him, but he escapes down into his room, locking the door behind him. "You're a dead man when you come out!" I yell. I sit, perched perfectly next to his door. All of a sudden, I hear his video games downstairs and I know he won't be coming out any time soon. I roll my eyes, stand up and go back to my room. I should get to sleep anyways, so I leave the hole alone for now.

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