Missing Door Creative Writing

For as long as I could remember the lock to my bedroom window had been missing. As a child that was the source to all of my nightmares. I was afraid of all the things that could get in and hurt me without the safety of the lock. Every shadow I saw was a monster and every sound that I heard was it trying to get into my room. I had a right to be scared, but what I didn't know was that I would let the monster in willingly.

The older I became the more used to the missing lock I got. I actually began to enjoy it. It made it so much easier to sneak out to parties. A party is where I met Her, and without a lock it was so much easier to sneak Her in.

The monster came for me in a hidden form. It wasn't big or green and it didn't have one eye or sharp claws. It came in the form of a girl with soft pale skin and blonde hair that shone like the sun. Her ocean blue eyes would captivate me for hours in the middle of the night, they would twinkle in the dark …show more content…
That should have been my first clue, she was slowly draining me. The more I'd talk to her the more exhausted I'd become. She only ever came at night. She didn't want other kids to know about us and the dark was good at keeping our secrets.

The clues kept piling up, and my blind optimsim kept growing. I should have seen that she was the monster in my nightmares, but, it wasn’t until she physically ripped out my heart and threw it out my unlocked window that I finally understood. The monster I had let in wasn't green and it didn't have claws but it was more evil than anything I had ever dreamed of.

As I lock my window tonight I wonder if these scars will ever heal. I wonder if I'll ever be able to look at a window and not feel the pain of an unwanted love. There's always been a saying that when god closes a door he opens a window, but what if the window is locked