The Fear Within

The Fear within

By

Charlene Dawkins

It was summertime, the best time of the year for my sister and me. I opened up the creamy white curtains as it blushes through my narrow fingers. Just then, Tita walked into the room; it engulfed with the sun shinny through the thin curtains. “It looks like someone is happy today,” uttered Tita, giving me a sly smile, I swaggered slowly walked towards her, while brushing beside her plump body with the pleasant smell of Jergens lotion. “I’ll be back,” I assured her.

I dumped myself onto the unmade narrow bed. “Tita, I’m only going for the summer,” I exclaimed. “What could happen?” I continued. “It is summertime, and the world awaits me,” I said, “yea, the world awaits my dear, it is ripe and full,” she replied. As I sat on the narrow bed, looking up at her plump round face, her eyes looking a far off looking at something that is not there. I stood up to hold her hand to reassure her that everything is all right, she urged, “Just be careful,” “I will,” I insisted.

Driving to the airport was serene as the car drove in a fast paste, I let down the window; the breeze blew calmly into my face, embracing every thought in my mind of where I was going and what to expect this summer. I watched Tita as she drove, her face stone with fear.

Arriving at my destination, I started to scan through the crowd for my sister, who I haven’t seen in a year. She sneaked behind me and tapped me on the shoulders, I looked around, and my sister, with a broad smile and a giggle so loud everyone looked at us, embraced each other with hangs with our cheeks touching each other. Tears of joy running down our light brown cheeks.

Entering the driveway to our home, we paid the taxi and proceeded to the door and knocked on the hard brown door. Suddenly, an elderly lady came and greet us, they are not home, but they left the key with me. “Are you Charlene and Naomi?” “Yes, mam,” we said, like a choir. We looked at each other and began to chuckle.

When we entered the spaces house, we started to unpack our luggage. Suddenly, there were strange noises in the house, my sister and I were scared as a mouse, my heart began to skip a beat, I sneak behind the white wooden door, my finger on my lips as I beckon to my sister to be quiet. I listened carefully to the strange noises off in the distance. The noise got closer to the room. There was a loud knock on the door. I kept silence behind the door; there was a sharp steel object near the door, I grab it, it was cold to the touch. I disclosed myself from behind the door with the sharp steel object still in my hand; there was a burst of laughter throughout the spaces, there stood my parents with bells and whistles in their hands and mouth. My sister and I hugged our parents with content knowing everything was well.

Upon all this, I could hardly take my eyes off what they were holding in their hands. It was pizza. My mouth watered glazing at the pizza.

While sitting at the small dining table with the flower pot pouched upon it, I looked at my parents loving faces. I smiled to myself, wondering what other surprises they have installed for my sister and me.