The other brother

by DocotBlueBox4.13

After the death of her older brother. Annie Woormwood and her Family move to London, renting part of the Pink Palace Apartments. Annie finds a strange door that when opened transports her to another world full of good food, fun games and a brother! But the Button world is not what it seems. for just around the corner. there is a dark shadow, waiting. to consume her.

2. The Door

Chapter two

The door Two weeks was a long time for Annie. Miss Spink and Miss Forcible were visiting a niece of one of the old ladies. (Annie had forgotten which one) and Mr. B was out looking for cheese for the mice. Neither her mother no her father or her father had time for her. The cat was nowhere to be found and Annie was bored. She had gone into the drawing room to find a large door and asked her mother to open it.

Her mother had brought out a large old rusty key and unlocked the door. Behind it, nothing but {Net} bricks. Annie wished her older brother, Thomas, was still alive. He was her Stepbrother. Brought along when her mother married her stepfather. Annie never knew her real dad. He was a drunken dead beat who cared about nothing but his damn self. Was what her mother always told her when she asked about him.

Thomas had died in a fire at their old house, which is why they had to move. Annie knew her stepfather blamed her for the death of Thomas. She after all had wanted to see the pretty candle lit.

But they all knew that candles hadn't started the fire. Something else did.

Thomas had saved her and ran back words the house to grab her teddy bear, which had fallen from her hands when something had exploded, he died. Burning alive. The bear in question had also burned. Leaving her brother to have died in vein.

Annie woke up, sweating; she had had another dream about Thomas, his screams, her not knowing what to do. Beside her on her pillow was the little rag doll she had found in a trunk shoved into the corner of the closet of the room she had claimed.

Blue buttons for eyes, peach colored fabric for the skin, pale yellow yarn for hair. The checkered pink pajamas she always wore, and the flowery dressing gown. it looked exactly like her but she didn't really care.

Annie looked around and heard a squeak. She looked under her bed and saw a mouse. She got up. it ran away. She followed it. Finally skidding to a halt in front of the door to the drawing room. The door that Annie could have sworn her mother had locked was now open. Hesitantly Annie stepped towards it, then before she came to her senses, threw it open. Reveling a long dark corridor, no bricks.

Eagerly, believing that this must just be a dream flew through it, her bare feet pattering against the cold stone floor. Finally she came to the end. Where there was another door. Slowly she opend it, and found to her utter amazement that she was back in the drawing room. But it wasn't like the drawing room in her house. A warm fire danced merrily in the hearth. And standing in front of it was a boy. A tall boy she knew since this was a dream who it would be. She hurried over to him, throwing her small skinny arms around the boy.

"Thomas, I miss you so much. Why Thomas why did you have to die?" he didn't answer, just stroked her hair. She hugged him tighter, looked up into his face and gasped. Where his eyes should have been were two, shiny black buttons, he smiled at her.

"Welcome home Annie. We've been waiting for you. Come on, moms making dinner."