Old Midnight

Part 1

What in the world was that? I pondered as I walked back. Who could that woman be? She dwelled around here? What!! About a million other questions popped up in my mind, but I never did get the answer to any of them. As I was walking back, those questions wouldn’t go away. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t notice a rock on the ground. And I accidentally scraped my foot on it.

“YOUCH!” I screeched, blood started to gush out of my small foot.

Fortunately for me, I was near home. Lily wasn’t outside anymore, so I hobbled to my home. I knocked on the dark gray door, and waited a few minutes.

Nobody answered.

I knocked again.

Nobody answered.

I was starting to get impatient-”IS ANYONE THERE?” I cried out.

No answer.

Well. Just my luck. I guess I’ll go to Lily. I thought as I went over to her home.

I knocked on her dark blue door, Such a pretty colour! I wish my door was like that. Suddenly I can hear shackles being unshackled. But nobody completely opens the door.

“Who’s there?” A small and innocent voice asked.

“It’s me, Deja! I’m Lily’s school friend.” I replied

The door unlocks and I can see a tiny little girl with blue beady eyes. “You’re too late, they just left.”

“They? To where!” I inquired.

“Erm… I can’t say. But you can come in, if you’d like.” She told me

I walk in as the floorboards creak, I see their closet. Which was a considerable size. “May I place my jacket there?”

“Sure thing!”

“Uhm, do you guys have any gauze bandages?” I asked as I pointed to my busted up foot.

“Yeah, I think it’s in one of the cabinets. You can brew up tea while you wait.”

I walk over to the dining room table and sit on one of the black seats.

The girl comes with the bandages, “You don’t like tea?” She asks as she applies the bandages to my foot.

“Well, it depends. What flavours do you guys possess?” I look down at my leg.

“Not sure, you can see for yourself.”

“Forgive me for asking, but who are you? I’ve never seen you around these parts!” I look at her eyes.

“Oh, dear me! Sorry for not introducing myself. I’m Lily’s cousin, Sapphire.” She goes on, “I’m twelve years old, even though/sound I look like a two year old.”

I chuckle, “I for one, think you’re cute!”

“Thanks.” Sapphire replied as she finished wrapping my foot, “That should do it!” She exclaimed.

“I think I should get going now. It was nice meeting you Sapphire!”

“Yeah, no problem.”

I walk outside as the door shuts, making a fairly loud noise. Suddenly I remembered something, “WAIT!” I screamed, “I FORGOT MY JACKET-”. But it was too late, I could see Sapphire walking up the stairs. Too far away to possibly hear me.

My luck was really unfortunate that particular day. I had so many questions, Where did Lily go? Why can’t I know? Who was that lady? I’d also realized how asinine it was to leave their home, I had nowhere to go since I couldn’t even go into my own home. Plus, I didn’t want to disturb Sapphire; it wouldn’t be very lady-like.

I decided to give my home another shot.

I walked over and knocked on our door. “Is anyone home?” I asked. Finally, Demma opened the door. “WHAT TOOK SO LONG?” I yelled in annoyance.

“It isn’t my fault! Grandma didn’t let me go see who was there. She said it might be a robber. I’m only here because she went upstairs to sleep.” She explained.

“Oh…”

“Anyway, where’s the plants?” Demma asked.

“How could you possibly know about that?”

“Grandma told me.” She replied.

“Oh. Anyway, the plant store was-” I remembered what Amie told me. “I mean, zilch.” I giggled nervously.

“Uhm. Ok.” I could tell that Demma probably thought I was a psychopath, but I just went with it.

I walked inside and spotted my Grandma. I thought she was asleep?... But I had no time to think about that. I tried to swiftly dart up the stairs, but it was too late, she already spotted me.

“Deja? Come here please.” She said as she began to cough.

I sighed and went over to her, “Yes?”

“Sorry that I did not allow Demma to open the door for you. It was terribly foolish and harebrained for me to leave you, a minor, outside like that. I am extremely sorry for my actions.” She said in a remorseful tone.

I slightly nodded my head, I was very upset; confused; and furious at Grandma. What she did was very perilous and unthoughtful. I hadn’t given it much thought, but right then, I realized how stupid it was of her.

“Also, where are the plants?”

Zilch.” I giggled nervously, again.

“Uhm. Ok?...” Grandma had said the same thing Demma said. “Just, Erm, try to find some more seeds when you can.”

“Ok…” I turned around and rolled my eyes. Yes, it was quite a rude gesture to make, but I was getting tired of Grandma. Her inability to do anything helpful was annoying. I was aware of the fact that she was elderly, and a little ill, but the least she could do is answer the door.

As I walk upstairs I can see Demma frolicing about with her dolls, one had its head ripped off after she had a temper tantrum over not getting a chocolate chip cookie; one had a splotch of red stains all over it, from when she tried to feed it jam; one that had looked like it was in excellent condition, but in reality, it had no stuffing inside. When mother gave it to her for her 5th birthday, there was a zipper on it. She unzipped it and pulled out the stuffing. She is a rather weird child.

“Why are you still playing with those torn up dolls? Grandma―Well, I bought you new ones.” I said.

“These are my favorites! I would never play with those new ones, I can never replace these ones!” She exclaimed while throwing her dolls up and down.

“You do realize I used my money to buy it for you, right?” I reminded her

“Yes, but I never did ask for them!” She snapped

“Touché.” I replied

I walked into my bedroom and sat on my bed. I look at my foot, and sigh. Today has been a horrible day, I guess I will take a quick nap. I lay down and shut my brown eyes. But, my nap lasted as long as one could say the word “pique”. Which is a word that described how I felt when I was startled by a loud bang. I darted up from my bed and went to the living room, and it was swallowed up in dust, with Demma’s face gray and dirty.

𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑.

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