Paul Green

Hidden Feelings

The footsteps got louder as they walked over the wooden floor of our kitchen. I was below the floor. Hiding. Scared. Terrified that I’d be next. The darkness surrounding me didn’t dispel any of my fears, but only intensified them. My breath was escaping my body quickly, as my nerves grew. Luckily, the frantic noise of my exhales were dampened by the banging of doors and objects hitting the ground. A policeman was above looking for me. After the search had stopped, I heard the police probing my father about my location and where I could’ve gone. Muffled, I heard my father say, “Here? You must be crazy. We haven’t seen him since the order.” After 30 minutes, the officer finally left.