The Attic

You should never judge a book by its cover. It might just be a cover-up.

 

       It all started the day she was born, with her little hands and feet. She had little everything. She looked so innocent to everyone around her. She looked at them with her wide brown eyes, unaware of what her life beholds for her. When her mother and she were able to leave the hospital, they went back to their little house in the country. It was one of the most beautiful little houses out there. As you entered the driveway, you saw the little white mailbox with its red flag up. The driveway was paved with concert pitch black and was about a 5 minute drive to the house. The house was about 2 stories high and was painted dark beige with white shutters. The chimney was made out of red brick and right above a small window reasoning to be the attic window. This window caught her little eyes like a piece a candy should for a child.

       Years went by, but her eyes were still on that attic window. However, she was still not allowed to up there. Now she is 14 years-old, and she’s determined to see what is up there. However she was never alone, no matter what. Plus, her parents freak her out, but not in the way you would think. First her mother seemed so perfect, but her father acted the exact opposite. Her mother did everything right, and her father did everything wrong. Her parents fought a lot, and her father would leave for about a week. One time, he left for a whole year and only came back for a week. She never knew what to expect next. Both of her parents said they loved her. However, sometimes she thought they didn’t and that she was only a cover-up, but she didn’t know what for.

       Then finally the best chance she had came. Her parents had gotten in a fight but made up very quickly. Her father was taking her mother off on some cruise that lasted for a whole week. She was being watched by her grandmother that was 80 years-old and mostly napped. She was so excited that her parents were leaving that she actually hugged them when they were walking out the door. This surprised them quite a bit, but they hugged her back gently. They smiled and drove off. She stood there smiling and waving until they were out of sight. “Okay, Grandma. It’s time to get some breakfast,” she said while pushing her grandma’s wheelchair into the door. While her grandma sat at the table in the dinning room, she made her some oatmeal with some of her own ingredients. She made the oatmeal like it said to on the box. Then she smashed about 4 sleeping pills, just to make sure, and put them into the bowl. As she walked into the dinning room, she had a smile on her little face. “Here you go,” she said to her grandma as she put the bowl down on the round-shape table. She waited patiently for her grandma to eat everything in the bowl, and when her grandma finally got through, she watched as her grandma’s head went flying into the empty bowl. She smiled at herself and ran off to the staircase, ready to see what was at the top.

       When she finally got to the very tip top of the stairs, she stared at the door in front of her. That door will lead to the most wishful of wishes, longest of longings. She took a deep breath and walked slowly forward. She stopped when she reached the door. Her hand shook with excitement and fear as she reached for the handle. As she walked slowly into the attic, she jumped, for the door slammed behind her. She looked around the tiny room with bewilder eyes. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She hurried out the door in such a hustle, she almost fell down the steps.

       The week pasted, and her parents came home. She ran to the door and hugged her parents tight. “I have missed you so much,” she whispered into her mother’s ear. Her mother looked at her with tears in her eye. “We missed you, too.” At that moment, she knew what she had seen in the attic was true. All those baby pictures and pictures from when she was growing up had shown her that her parents did care enough to show it, but only if she showed it, too.

Author's Note

I hope you have learned you always have to give before you receive.