SECRETS HOMEWORK PROJECT

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 desolate wooden room still cold from 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  disturbing 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 apparently this wooden dresser seeming as it was the only thing left in their room with a note with my name on it. Though 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 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 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”?

Embracing the sudden change in weather I looked around my room and headed towards the door which must have closed during my sleep, roaming around the house I still felt a shiver through by being so In a desperate attempt to warm up I went to light some candles. Striking the match across the side of the box a blaze of embers burst from the match which suddenly dyed down until it was ice cold, it was almost as if the flame was extinguished but I don’t know why? After my failed attempt of lighting candles I ran up the stairs and leapt into bed pulling the covers over my head hoping that if I fell asleep I would forget about the cold. As I started to dose off again I was shocked by the creek of what sounded like an old rusty gate creeping open slowly, starting to feel almost frightened I hesitantly pulled the covers off my head and looked over to the corner of the room to see the old wooden dresser stood right in front of where the door should be, this doesn’t make scene I.. I… I cant, whilst trying to get my thoughts together an eerie moan dwells across the room from me and my curiosity starts to spark. Though seconds after, I there is no need to be curious because I’m too occupied watching a stream of mist escaping through the cracks of the dresser door’s, the mist continuing to poor from the cracks roll over the floor and begin to rise onto my feet, regardless I stand up and inch my way step by step towards the dresser. As much as my body it telling me to stop my mind insists my curiosity is put to rest. Reaching for the doorknob I stop just as the door creeps open slightly as if to know I was going to open it. Prying the door open even more I then see a small wooden box which appears to be the only thing inside along with a note, I bend over to pick up the note but I cant understand it, it looks like its in some other language so I type it into google on my phone and its Greek which surprised me because why would my parents have a note that was written in Greek?

Later after skimming through the note I picked up the box, it was small and dark brown, the box had carvings in Greek around them which after translating said the names: Zeus, Hephaestos, Athena, Aphrodite but the last name is chipped away. The key is inside the lock which is half turned in the lock, you can almost hear a faded voice from within but in fear I through the box into the dresser and as it hits the bottom it bounces out into the centre of the room, the box now being cracked begins to shine an a bright light comes through the crack’s of the box and then the light fades and out from the box crawls a small dying moth like creature which stops at my feet, then as the light fades I realise what it was... it was hope.