Nashali Torres

Our Secret to Keep

I am being awakened by a knock on my bedroom door that I decide to ignore. I close my eyes again falling asleep only to be woken up again by louder knocking on my door. “Auden, Auden,” my little sister called out. I lie down on my back praying to god to make her stop and go to her room. The knocking gets louder and more aggressive. I’m pretty sure her knuckles are hurting by now. I wonder when she is going to notice that the door is open.