I lugged the last bags upstairs. Three flights of stairs. Stair after stair, it felt as if I was walking into hell. I basically was. A new hell of a new town, new place, new house. As I reached the last floor I threw my bags on to the hard wooden floor. Clomp. The whole third floor was mine. It was large and open. I was given my own bathroom. It was all out of guilt. My parents "loved" me. They treated me like I was a baby bird, but they wanted me out of the house. I stepped into the creaking room. The floor squealed as my foot slowly touched the floor. I looked around. The window was open and there was doves all over the walls. I glared at the doves. White, pure, fair, and peaceful . I traced my hands across the soft walls. As I …show more content…
"Come here Danni." He put his arms out and I let myself be held by the one person I knew who cared at all. He was quite a bit taller than me. About a foot. We sat and talked for a bit. His kind voice always made things better. In the morning I woke. My head groggy. Eyes blurry. Words mumbled. As my mind cleared I glanced at the wall. The window was open. "Da...," I closed my eyes making sure I wasn't dreaming. I slid out of the silky sheets. They clinged to me. I went to the window and pushed down on it. It wouldn't close. I looked at the doves. One, two, five were gone. I was mighty confused. My mind wandered and wandered. When I got home from my first day at school I threw my bag on the floor. More doves missing. As My eyes grazed my room there was a boy my age sitting on my bed. "May I help you?" My voice sounded weak and shaky. "I'm Joshua," he looked as if he was wearing clothes 200 years old "I was trapped here years ago. An elder man use to tell us that there was magic here." He kept going. "Than we'd climb to the third floor bedroom. The magic was black magic. And the warlock would make us into doves." I nodded letting his story seep