Chapter 6
Hearing my alarm clock go off, I pressed the off button. I didn't sleep at all, just laid in my bed. I couldn't sleep. Quietly getting out of bed, I left my room and went downstairs. No one came home last night. I was still home alone. Deciding not to go to school today, I called in sick.
Wandering the halls in my nightclothes, I came across a door that I've only seen 3 times in my life before. The door to the Broken Room. The first time I entered it was after I was beaten close to death. I found a mirror there, and spent the night staring at my reflection. The second time was when I saw myself in a mirror, a while after I was beaten. I saw the scar. I went there with all of my mirrors and broke them with my hands that very night. The third time was when I needed to go, run away. I found peace in all of the broken mirror shards. I've hated mirrors ever since. So much that I couldn't even call them mirrors. They were always Pure Glasses to me. Glasses that reflect your soul. And I've hated the look of my soul, too.
So now, standing in front of the door again, it hurt. Too many memories. I didn't want to relive them. To make matters worse, my parents have been missing for almost 2 days. I didn't want to enter. But I knew I needed to. That was why I placed my hand on the simple door handle. That was why I walked into the room. That was why I closed the door after myself.
And that was why I started to cry.