Author: GreenstoneRie PM
The locket is stolen, but why?Rated: Fiction K - English - Mystery/Suspense - Chapters: 5 - Words: 4,521 - Reviews: 7 - Updated: 03-13-13 - Published: 07-01-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3037734
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My most prized procession, a silver locket. It's something so important that is always around my neck whenever you see me. It's made out of silver and is in a shape of a heart in the size of an eraser. Curvy grooved lines surround the heart in an elegant design.
I sat on my bed and took off my necklace. For the hundredth time, I tried to open it. But again it wouldn't open. I sighed. If only I could open it, for sure there would be a picture of my parents. There was no one else in the world I would rather see again. But I would never know since the locket always stayed shut, no matter hard I tried.
"Madison?" asked a woman's voice and then three knocks followed.
"Come in." I quickly placed on my necklace.
"Madison, everyone is downstairs eating dinner. Please come join us." She begged. Bria, the only guardian here that I liked, had her brown hair in a bun today. Unlike the rest of the others, she didn't force me to do things. She would let me decide for my own. It could be the fact that I'm seventeen and she is only five years older than me, which she felt like the sister I never had.
"Only for you Bria." I said.
When I walked down on the wooden staircase, I couldn't help thinking that next year I'm leaving. When I become the legal age of an adult, I'm leaving and not coming back.
When I sat down in a chair of an empty table near the window, I slowly ate a spoonful of soup. The smaller kids were running around, with the guardians scolding behind them, unnoticing that they are here because there parents are dead or have left, but all the same, not coming back. The older kids know that their parents are gone, know that all they can do is wait for a family to take them in. No one wanted me, and I'm fine with that because I don't want to be part of any other family beside the one that I had.
I finished eating and went back to my bedroom for a good night rest.
Light. Screams. Heat as it shears my skin. I sit up in my bed and from what I could see from my window, it's still the middle of the night.
My heart beats faster and faster every second. My breathing becomes heavier from panic and tears start pouring out. I cough and cough from the smoke that has traveled into my lungs.
"Mommy!" I cried. "Daddy!" The smoke blurs my vision and I'm blind to what's going on.
I fall to the floor on my hands and knees. Five, six seconds later, I'm picked up and carried away.
I wake up in my bed sweating. Again, the same dream over and over again. My worst nightmare, a memory of the night my parents died.
It was a fire that trapped my parents in our house. I don't remember how I got out of there or how I ended up in the orphanage the next day. No one knew how the house went up in flames. It was a mystery.
My hand went up to my necklace. I always hold it in my hands to comfort me, but this time I felt nothing. My heart stopped. It wasn't there, it was gone.
I remember when I got it. I was in my room playing with my toys. I had just turned five.
"Madison. I have a gift for you." My mother said as she crouched down to my height. I looked up at her brown eyes and light brown hair. One of her hands was behind her back.
"Present?" I asked. I always loved the joy of new things.
"Yes sweetie." She removed her hand from behind her back and opened her fist. "Look, it's a necklace. Can you guess what shape it is?"
"Heart." I said as I looked in awe of how beautiful it was.
"Right, now when you wear this, Daddy and I will always be with you because we love you with all our heart." She placed it around my neck and gave me a big smile.
People say I have my mother's eyes and I do. My hair on the other hand is black, like my fathers.
I searched every where for my necklace, every corner in the building. I even bullied the trouble makers to give it back, but all of them declined they took it.
The memory pains me, knowing that their love is now gone and I will never get it back.