chapter 2 The Diary and The Door

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                                              Cassandra's journal entry #3064        

Monday August 14th 5:00AM

it's 5:00AM and i'm already sitting at the door in my nicest outfit; a white blouse wih short, puffy sleeves and blue jeans with only one patch on the right knee. i've been sitting here for hours waiting for the door to open. It's quite boring.

8:00AM

I've gotten breakfast and cleaned the whole house to pass the time but the door hasn't changed at all.

2:00PM

I'm starting to think that i've been forgotten. If the door dosn't open soon i'll go crazy. I'll end this entry just incase it opens soon

goodbye for now,

                                   Casssandra

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At exactly 2:45 I hear an alarm a simple, queit ping, ping, ping. I almost have to strain to hear. It grows louder and louder untill it is blaring and than it just shut off all together. the silence is so ubrupt that it is just as loud as the alarm was. At some point during that all the doors and windows exept for the door to the outside disapered completly. Gone, as if they were never there. I'm terrified a million questions are running through my mind at once with no one to give me any answers. This isn't like in the movies.

The door dosen't open. I know that it won't but i pound on the door and scream for help untill my throat feels like it's been shreed to bits and my engery is completly gone. I colapse agianst the door and cry. I cry and cry untill I run out of tears. I look up letting my self feel a little hope that anything had changed. I look up and get more than I coud have thought. The house is gone.

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