They're Just Words
Five
The only people still walking around at this time of night were
my kind of people; the partiers, the druggies, the
alcoholics.
I even recognized some of them as we drove through a familiar
neighborhood to wherever Lucas was taking me.
The car radio was blasting One Republic, a band I used to like
until I started listening to the electro music I heard at
clubs.
It brought back some strange memories of myself, trying to find
my own identity; I’m seventeen now and still not sure if
I’ve found it.
Lucas parked his truck on the side of the street and got out
quickly enough to hold my door open for me.
I gave him a shy smile, blushing slightly.
I usually never blushed in front of boys; and here I was,
thinking I was so used to their immature behavior.
I couldn’t have been more mistaken with Lucas.
“Thank you,” I said softly, hopping out and onto the
empty street.
I looked at my surroundings and didn’t recognize a
thing.
There was not one car or building that seemed familiar to me,
which threw me off guard.
I thought I had every map memorized; I thought I knew about every
place in Manhattan…
“Where are we?” I asked, looking up at Lucas’s
tall figure.
He looked so handsome with the moonlight illuminating his pale
skin, making his perfect bone structure stand out even more than
usual.
“You’ll see,” he said, taking my hand and
leading me into a little room with an ATM machine.
“Why are we at an ATM machine? Lucas. Tell me where we
are.”
“Cara, please. Just trust me, okay?”
I rose and eyebrow and defensively crossed my arms over my chest,
my hair still dripping wet from all the rain.
“Okay,” I shrugged, like I didn’t actually care
even though I was secretly scared out of my mind.
There was a door near the ATM machine, but by the looks of it, it
was locked.
That is, until Lucas pulled a key out of his pocket and undid the
lock, opening the door for me.
I didn’t know why I trusted him so much.
Maybe it was the fact that he was the first person who’d
ever told me off when I said I didn’t like when people
worried about me, as if that automatically made him somebody I
could depend on.
When I was with him, it was like I didn’t even know who I
was anymore.
He flipped on a light switch, illuminating the small room we were
in, which was decorated with bright Christmas lights, lava lamps,
and tapestries.
There were words written all over the walls in all different
colors, but I couldn’t quite figure out what they said.
“They’re promises,” he said, noticing what I
was looking at. “And apologies. People come here to write
down things they promise to never do again and things
they’re sorry for doing. Pretty cool, huh?”
“Wow,” I said, my fingers tracing the words on the
wall beside me.
Lucas read a few out loud to me.
“I promise to never cheat on anybody again. I promise to
love you forever. I promise to never commit suicide again.
I’m sorry for breaking your heart. I’m sorry for
killing your goldfish,” he said, making me laugh.
“I’m sorry for being a b*tch. I promise to protect
you. I’m sorry for lying to my mom.”
Then he stopped and looked at me so see my expression.
“You can write one, if you want,” he told me, taking
a sharpie out of a box on the small coffee table in the corner of
the room.
I looked skeptically at him, wondering why he wanted me to write
down a promise or an apology in this strange room I had no idea
existed.
Why did he even bring me here in the first place?
“Maybe later,” I told him.
“I’ll make you a copy,” he replied, confusing
me to no end.
“A copy of what?”
“The key.”
Hope
everybody's week is going well(:
Squilliam Fancypants* · 1 decade ago
I hope your week goes well also... :)
The secret room is really creative... Good idea! :)
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