My Works

When The Gate Is Open [1]

My heart was pounding, I couldn't see anything. The room was too dark.

But I could here footsteps, approaching footsteps.

The door burst open and the room was flooded with light. I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the sudden change. In the room was a steel frame bed in the corner- attached at the end of the bed was a thick rope that was tied around my ankle, only allowing me to go as far a meter from the bed. A stool was perched next to the bed, on top was an full glass of water and a half -empty packet of pills.

The man came closer, I scrambled to my feet, and he pounced on me. Pulling me down to the bed, he forced me down with his bulky arms. I squirmed but it was no use, with one hand he popped out a pill from the packet. Forcing it into my mouth, he trickled water from the glass into my mouth to float the pill down my throat.

My struggles stopped and my body became limp as the pill took effect. The man stood over me, and smirked "little child" he whispered then, the walked out of the room closing the door leaving me alone in the dark.

I sat up in bed panting, beads of sweat running down my forehead.

The dream, darn, I hadn't had it in so long.

I sighed and turned over to look at my clock 4:45am,it said. I grimaced at my clock. I turned to lie on my back, glancing up on at the roof- blackened by the night.

Over the years, the nightmare hadn't come that often to me. But when it did, it was always same.

Only because it's memory reemerging in the night, when I couldn't fight it away. I quickly switch my thinking to the latest gossip girl episode, so I don't think about the past anymore than I already have.

Bart Bass died and now Blair is worried about Chuck. It's so annoying I just want them to be together. I blinked and the next thing I knew my room wasn't dark any more and now my clock read 6:30 am.

"Rosemary Jane McLeod!" came my mothers voice "You better be up now, or else you'll be late!"

First day of school, I thought. At least no one can get to me there.

I rolled out of bed and put on the clothes that I laid out last night. A quick inspection of my hair in the mirror told me that I was acceptable to walk out the front door.

"Rose, come on" I turned around to see my little sister Kerry standing in the door, she's ten and starting the 4th grade.

I smiled "Okay, I'm coming" I followed her down the hall, to the kitchen. Our house was small. The front room served as the lounge, dinning and kitchen.

A single hallway pathed out all three bedrooms there were lined down it, with one bathroom and a laundry.

"Hey mom...dad" I smiled. Robert's my step-dad, but he's been in the family so long that I call him dad, not out of habit, but he's the closest thing to a father I've ever had.

My real dad took off a week after I was born, I was born premature, so I was in the hospital for a while, I call it fate, mom calls it fluke.

One day her usual coffee machine- that after three weeks had become her best friend, broke. So she had to go to another one, and who should be there but Robert, who was visiting his sister.

They meet, fell in love, two years later they got married. And then three years later had Kerry. I don't really know anything else about my dad, and I don't really want too.

The toaster popped, I smiled and took the toast, biting it straight away. Mom frowned "I wished you wouldn't do that"

I smiled back, "It's best this way, if you put it down for two long the corners go soggy"