Hi Guys, so ive started the story for my english class and because it's holiday and ive been very busy ive not finished it and its not great but here's what ive got so far, when its finished i will publish the full version but until then enjoy :)
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It was a humid summer’s day unlike the rest, through my
windows the rays of the bright sunny sky brought heat to the icy cold wooden
floors of my room, all I can see is the bright warm shades of pink, orange and
yellow through my eyelids, I open my eyes to see an empty wooden room still
cold from the winters frosty grip, an empty metallic desk right beside my bed
and in the corner of the room stood a tall wooden dresser which still after
days I have not gotten used to it’s presence. It was weeks ago when my parents
went missing, I was never left a note, an explanation or even an understanding
of why they would possibly want to leave, the only thing I do know is that they
left me with the house sitter to look after me and this wooden dresser. The
house is still full with furniture and the memories of the past but I’ve grown
accustom the loneliness.
The covers were frozen on top of me and my pillow was like a
brick underneath me, regardless I pry them of my slowly warming body and step
into the light of the window, the heat instantly warms me and gives me a
feeling of happiness, the sunny days would always bring happiness along with
the rain, snow and stormy weathers its just the way I was brought up.I
remember my mother and farther always said the same things
“From rain to sun, hail to snow you can always find some way
of being happy, running through a freshly blossoming meadow to watching the
individual snow flakes falling, just remember to always look on the bright side
so no matter what life throws at you, and fight it with hope and a smile”
That last part always confused me and I guess if they don’t
come back I will never know. I turn to the dresser and reach to open the door but like always
Its locked, when the dresser was in my parents room it was always locked but I
would never see them put anything in or out if it. Its been the one thing I’ve
always wanted to know, like if I found out what was inside it I would be
completely happy, like its the one thing holding me back, this dresser is the
ball and chain on my happiness and the biggest secret I know or better said the
secret I don’t know. Instead I put my clothes on a chair beside it, whilst I
start to wake up properly I just back on my bed looking towards the dresser and
I can feel the pulsing warmth on my hand from the window, my eyelids begin to
get heavier and heavier and I feel myself being dragged back into sleep but
before I fall back onto my bed I am woken by the sound of thunder. A large
crash of light followed by the aggressive roar of the lightning forces me to an
upright position. I leap to the window to see a a vortex o f rain, hail and
wind. The hail begins to shatter through the window which then falls to the ice
cold floor beside my still frozen feet. Closing the window I think to myself
“just a second ago it was sunny, how long did I sleep for”?
