Her hands seemed to shake, a slight tremor running up her left arm. She thought that it was the end.
The force of the pain was lingering at first, it started with the fingertips and though she still had blood pumping around her veins she felt like this was about to stop. With her right arm, she pushed her hair out of her face and behind her ear. Standing in the doorway, she was about to knock when suddenly the door swung wide open in front of her. She peered around the door, but she couldn’t see anyone on the other side. There was a faint blue light coming from the far end of the corridor, and she felt her legs tremble slightly as they stepped up the two steps before the hall.
The pain in her arm was still prominent, but less harsh now, bearable. Stepping forward into the hallway she noticed a large painting on the right side of the room, it was an old painting of two women sat on a park bench surrounded by mountains in the background. The woman on the right was holding an umbrella above her head, glum, her face appeared as if she had not smiled for years. The woman beside her had her hands on her lap, her head tilted slightly to face the other women. The edges of her lips perked as if she was about to start laughing, but not as if someone had told her a joke – it was a look that she seemed to know something that nobody else did, smug. A mysterious glint in her eye of a secret she had kept for too long.
The girl slowly turned around in the room, and noticed that the front door had closed behind her. There was a metal sculpture in the figure of a man next to the door holding a bunch of yellow balloons. She walked over to the mask and tried to look through the eye holes. Completely hollow. It was a statue for sure…
© Amara Hope Melechi
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