The Third-Floor Bedroom
My
family has always called me insane. They
kept me hidden way from others, locked high above where no one else could find
me. I had two sisters who watched me
like I was the most dangerous person in the world, and a mother and father who
were scared of their own daughter. When
I was younger things weren’t always likes this.
I used to sleep in the same room as my sisters, where they would tuck me
into bed every night. My mom used to sit
me on her lap where she would braid my hair and give me kisses on my
cheeks. Things used to be different,
things used to be normal. Maybe it all
started when I started talking to myself.
Or maybe, just maybe it all began when someone left the window open.
________
I
was six years old the first time my sister Kelsey left the third-floor bedroom
window open. It had been a hot summer
night and we didn’t have air conditioning.
I decided to sleep upstairs to keep cool, but Kelsey and Riley didn’t
want to stay with me. As I watched my
sisters leave the room, I saw something flutter in my peripheral vision. Turning my head quickly the word wait flew
from my lips.
“What
is it baby doll?” my sister Riley asked.
“I
saw- I saw, I saw something,” I stuttered in reply.
“It’s
just the breeze,” Kelsey said, “Just remember to close the window before you
fall asleep, wouldn’t want the boogey man to get you.”
The
girls giggled together as they walked back downstairs not realizing that they
were about to lose their sister forever.
__________
I
was always seeing things that I shouldn’t.
I would tell my mom that I saw a tiny person sitting on a flower, or I
saw an old man who needed our help. But
she never saw them. I was the only one
in my family who was special. The night that my sisters left my alone in the
third floor bedroom, was the night that everything changed.
I
was lying in bed staring out the window up at the sky when I saw something in
the corner of my eye. It had wings and
what looked like long hair. Sitting up
in bed I squinted my eyes trying to get a closer look but it just made the
object get fuzzier. The little thing was
sitting on the window and seemed to be looking at me. I climbed out of bed and over to the window
to look at even closer. I didn’t want to
scare it so I moved as slowly as I could.
Finally I got so close to it, that I could see that it wasn’t just an
object, it was a little person.
The
little person with wings on its back looked at me and turned its head sideways,
in a questioning look. I reached out to
touch it but it jumped back.
“What
are you?” I whispered.
“I
am whatever you want me to be,” it whispered back to me. I felt my eyes get huge with surprise that it
had actually spoken to me.
From
there my story stays about the same. I
saw things that others didn’t and I never hid it. Who knows, maybe I am crazy, but I am okay
with it. I’ve got things that talks to
me that others can’t even imagine exist.
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