The little door sat there, in the corner, sulking, listening to the destruction around him. Monsters had come; big yellow monsters with teeth the size of doors. They had come to devour the pink palace. To chew it up, swallow it and burn it in the fiery depths of their stomach. The little door sat there, mourning. He sat there, hoping. Hoping the cranes would stop murdering the building. To stop and think who they were hurting. Why? Why were they slaying this innocent home? Was it for amusement? For fun? For land? For sheer power? The little door sat there as the monsters broke through the opposite wall to his. He didn't even flinch as the room shuddered. He just sat there, a sad look on his face.
If only these monsters knew what he was protecting; what they were about to let out with one swipe of their fierce jaws. What pain they would cause to the latest residence in this house. The one that had ventured into the little doors depths, and escaped by a mere breath. With one bite, they would set so much destruction in the life of one girl, without even knowing-or caring-one bit. Her Name:
Coraline.
They did not hear this little door's thoughts though; they did not see what this girl had been through, or what she was about to. They just kept swiping at the walls, inching closer to the little door every second.
When a crack appeared into the door; they didn't care. When an urgent hissing started to escape from that crack; they didn't hear. When the hiss turned into a triumphant scream; they didn't notice. All they did was pick the door up, swallow him, and shred him into millions of splinters before spitting him into the fiery depths. He had done his best, and this escape was not his fault. He had done all he could, but now, he was gone forever.
The screaming figure escaped out of the whole, in the form of what seemed to be a mist formation, all put together to make the formation of a woman. But this woman did not have eyes. She had no eyes at all. That glorious girl Coraline had ripped them out of her skull when she had made that phenomenal escape. But she was not here to destroy her again. The misty figure screamed a triumphant laugh as she swooped down into the driver's compartment of the monster. When she had clambered out, three things had changed. One, she still had no eyes, but buttons in her hands. The type of buttons you might find on a builders reflective jacket. As she floated in the air, she was twisting them into place, tapping them to change the colour from the florescent bright yellow to a dark, mahogany red. She pulled a needle and thread and stabbed her eye (or place where her eyes should be) with it, and swiftly sowed them into place. Two, the builder had disappeared from the drivers compartment; just disappeared. No one had hold of the many controls, so they all flung back neatly into place, and the giant, metal ball fell. Fell down on top of the builder on the floor. But there is nothing I could do to change that; I wish there was. But he is now gone. And three, the misty figure now had hold of two eyeballs; human.
I look back on this day with great regret, wishing I could warn Coraline about the dreadful days to come. About the other mother returning for revenge. About the horror in her life from the next day forward. About how I hate to say I told you so, but; I told you so Coraline.