“It’s a bad idea… Like the worst idea ever, actually,” I said matter-of-factly, but yet I was behind him, when he turned the key in the door.
“It’s not a bad idea! What can be so terrible, my uncle is desperate to keep it from us?”The last part was more to himself, and he really pissed me of, not paying any attention to my presence.
“Desperate to keep you from it. Your uncle hates me, if what’s in there is a crazy serial killer, he’d be happy to see me in there with him,” I pointed out, but Damien didn’t hear me, he was all too busy trying to figure out which key to use. Jerk. The thought was followed by an embarrassing romantic voice in my head, singing “My jerk,” but I told it to shut the hell up.
“It’s open!” I could hear how his smile covered his face from ear to ear, though the only thing visible to me was his back.
He pushed the knob down, and walked in with nothing close to hesitation, and I followed him, just not to be marked as a coward.
“It’s all dark and foggy,” I said, as if he was completely blind to the smoke-like substance floating in the air, which of course he wasn’t. He seemed to be ignoring it, though.
“This is so cool! Like a garden inside the house!” he laughed, obviously impressed. I shook my head in disapproval, and replied him with a tired tone to my voice: “Yeah, a cold, creepy and nightmare-like one.”
He still wasn’t answering.
“Hallo! Damien… Dame? Seriously, I’m leaving,” I hissed, and turned around.
“Okay, see you at lunch,” he said.
But behind me, there was no door. It wasn’t just shut closed and locked, no it was all gone. “What the hell…?”
“Hey, Da… The door’s gone,” I mumbled, and slowly turned to face him again. Now he was actually looking at me, or should I say past me, to find the door.
“You’re right.” He didn’t seem to worry much about it, but then again, he never worried much, that was how he managed to fail every single class.
“Don’t you think we could turn on some light?” I asked, hoping to be able to see something more when lighting the room.
“Ehm, no Angel, I don’t think so…” The way he said it, scared me, and I felt like I had every right to be a little freaked out.
“Why?” I demanded to know, and he pointed past me, when he answered.
“Because it’s sunrise.”
“You’re being silly, it’s almost noon, and so, the sun can’t be rising,” I made my point clear, but I still followed his gaze. And to my horror, he was right.
“This is getting a little weird,” he told me, as if I hadn’t seen that coming.
“Oh, you don’t say. I thought doors disappearing into nothing, and fog swirling around in a room was totally normal, but you really made me reconsider my statement there,” I snarled, sarcasm thick in my voice.
“Now, who’s the one being silly?” he mocked with a friendly smile. He probably thought this was the most awesome thing that could ever overcome anyone. We had a difference of opinion about that.
“I know, I’m going crazy…” I muttered, mostly to myself.
“Maybe you are.”
“No, I definitely am,” I assured him, while I stared at the sunlight, overwhelming the dark sky.
- Written by Bella Vinter