12:15 AM
I cried my eye balls out. What’s wrong with me? What did I do wrong? Have I upset him THAT much?
I lay down on the cold uncarpeted floor, hoping that it will sink me into a different world, a world where I don’t have to worry about all this. I look at my lower arms. It’s covered with bruises from his hitting. I close my eyes as I remember him throwing me to the wall. I remember him taking off his belt and whipping me with it. My mom tells me to call him father. But he’s not. She only married him because she was selfish – she couldn’t pay her debts of electric bills. I’m only twelve. What have I done wrong?
Suddenly the cement under me opens up and swallows me. I couldn’t grip onto anything – there wasn’t anything. I yelled as I fall into the bottomless sea of nothing. Then my surroundings changed to white. My toes suddenly felt cold. I look down, and I was floating, only my toes touching the white floor. I took a while, making sure it was for real, before I landed on the ground, confirming it was solid. When my other foot set on the floor, a square part of it changed to pink. Then another changed to green. And another, and another, faster and faster, each square different in colour, until the whole floor was filled with colourful squares.
I was unsure what to do, so I just continued walking. Walking to nowhere, apparently. I noticed that every time I step on the boxes, they light up. It was enlightening. Suddenly, I saw a door. It was a small, wooden door. When I came closer, I knew it was just small enough for me to crawl in. Without thinking, I turned the knob as I bent down for me to squeeze in. As I pushed the door I saw that it led to a garden. It was a nice garden, with beautiful flowers. I touched it, and pulled my face closer to it to smell it. It smells nice, but I don’t recognize the scent. I turned around to see what was around. There was nothing, but a little pathway to another door. Suddenly, a shadow casted upon me. I looked behind, curious of what it is. To my horror, it was the flower I smelled just now, but it was five feet taller than me. And it had teeth. Sharp ones.
I screamed and ran towards the next door, but the flower had a long stem so it grabbed my skirt using it’s teeth. I wailed as I was being flailed around. Suddenly, I heard my skirt rip. I looked up and gained hope. I swung myself around, trying to rip off the skirt to my escape, but the flower didn’t give up. He grabbed the skirt up and tried to swallow my legs first, but right at the time, my skirt ripped and I was free to go. I quickly got up and ran towards the new door.
When I opened the new door, my only aim was to escape from the flower. I panted as I looked at the door, as if if I look at it long enough, nothing else would come through it.
“Tea, darling?”
I look at the room. It was a small, room as if in a cottage. It was all so classic and floral, pink and brown and white. In the center of the room was a small white circular table, surrounded by matching white chairs. One of the chairs was occupied by an old lady, white curly hair tied together in a bun. She was wearing a white blouse with a brown long skirt. She wore granny’s shoes and granny’s glasses. And she was holding a cup. Of tea, I guess.
“Tea?” she asked again. I hesitated.
“Umm…” I try to think of an answer. “I certainly can’t in these clothes,” I replied as politely as I can, remembering that I was attacked by a flower.
“Why, sweet heart?” she asked, confused. “You look darling in that dress!”
Confused as she was, I look down on myself. My eyes widen. I was no longer wearing a t-shirt with my old raged skirt. I was wearing a summer dress, yellow and bright. Speechless, I looked up, hoping that an explanation comes out from my mouth.
The old lady smiles. “Come on, deary. Come have some tea with granny.”
Not knowing what to do, I walked over, thinking, ‘It’s just a granny, right?’ I sat on a chair across from the old lady. She poured me some tea and I sipped on it.
“Oh, I forgot,” the old lady said, laughing heartily. “I made some muffins. I’ll just go have a check on it.” The old lady pushed herself off the chair and walked daintily towards a door by the fireplace. It was a while until the old lady opened the door again and peeked out.
“Come, darling, see granny’s bakery! You’ll love it,” she pursued me. I pushed myself off the chair and walked towards the door. The old lady smiled, happy I wanted to see. She left the door as I got closer. When I reached it, I opened it slowly, hoping that nothing bad comes out. Instead, my nostrils immediately fill with the scent of freshly baked muffins. And other delicious things, too.
I walked in and saw big ovens around the right side of the kitchen, and shelves and tables on the left. Half of the tables were filled with many bake-able food, like cookies and bread and muffins – and they all smell delicious. The granny picked up a plate containing a bit of each that she had baked. “Try some!”
I walked over to her, half skipping, excited to eat the delicious smelling food. I grabbed the cookies frist, and they’re still warm from the oven. I ate each and every one of them with delight. Suddenly, my stomach rumbled, asking for more. And I gave it what it wanted. I ate as much as I could, until I was so full, I could literally see my stomach expand the slightest bit. Then my stomach rumbled again. I have to use the toilet.
“Granny, umm, may I use the toilet?” I ask the old lady, holding it in. How could all that food process so fast?
“Sure, sweet heart. Right over there,” she said, pointing to a door near by the last oven in the room. I ran towards it and literally jumped into the room. Expecting my feet to touch the ground, I looked down when it didn’t. A little too down, apparently. So I fell into the black worm hole under me, feeling it pulling me into it like a tornado, sucking in anything that’s around. I screamed for my life and felt tears prickling in my eyes.
“Oops, sorry, deary, that was the rubbish room!” the old lady told me, looking out of the door. She didn’t seem worried, though. Just smiling, like she was before. I tried to swim my way out of the worm hole, but it was too strong. Soon, I was sucked in deep enough into it that I was in the middle of it all, being pulled into the tiny hole under the black tornado. My bones felt like cracking, my skull sore from the tightness of the hole. I closed my eyes, hoping it’ll all be over when it did. When my whole body got out of the hole, I opened my eyes again, and saw I was on the floor I was lying on while closing my eyes. I remembered wishing that the floor will swallow me to another world, and it did. Was it a dream, or was it true?
“Felicia!” my mother called. I sat up, looking at the opened door where my mother’s voice was coming from. I look at myself and saw I was in my normal clothes again.
“Felicia!” she called again, as she reached the door. “Felicia, why didn’t you answer me when I called you?!”
“I… was asleep.”
“Well, you better come downstairs right now…”
Suddenly, we heard a scream.
“Ma’am, ma’am,” Jane, our maid called as she ran up the flight of stairs. “Master… He got hit… by a car…” she said, panting in between words. My eyes widen. I look at mother as she looked at me. She ran downstairs and Jane followed. I guessed I should follow too. I stood up and went to the door. Then I turned around. At the spot I was lying down just now, there were cookie crumbles, spread across the floor.
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