I remember that day when she showed me how to write in code. I remember that day when she showed me how to open the passageway. I remember the day she told me that this would happen eventually. I remember the day that she told me this would happen and the day I didn’t listen.
I looked around the passageway wishing that I had asked my mom to help me learn where to go when this would happen. I already knew I should have been more prepared for this day, that I was warned about. A day that something bad will happen to me, if I wasn’t prepared. Today something bad will happen and it will happen because I didn’t answer the shouted warnings to be prepared. Instead I ignored them. It’s all my fault for what may happen now.
I try to understand where the passage leads me to, but I haven’t got a clue. I walked around the passage for what felt like a week, even though it was only a couple of hours, I found where one passageway leads me to. If I go backwards I will be at my house. I will be at my house where those horrible people ,who are somehow tied up into Poe’s death, that are probably going to hurt me too.
I kept walking forwards though uncertain where forwards would take me. The passage was not so dark any more since I had gotten used to the darkness and I put away my flashlight so I didn’t waste the batteries since I could see. It was cold in the passage, but I didn’t feel cold. I felt alone. My mom was at work where she would have no clue what was going on in our house. She didn’t know that a bad group, that may have been the cause of Poe’s death, was at the house probably still at this moment.