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Escape to Serenity: A Journey Home

The narrator wakes up to birds singing and gets ready for school, enjoying their morning routine. At school, they help a teacher with math problems while other students leave. On the way home, they stop to watch the sunset and see people enjoying time together. When they get home, they find their mother injured amid broken glass and an alcoholic father. Scared, the narrator escapes through a magical door in their room that leads to a field of flowers. There, the narrator finds peace until waking to their parents smiling and embracing them in a warm, loving home.

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Escape to Serenity: A Journey Home

The narrator wakes up to birds singing and gets ready for school, enjoying their morning routine. At school, they help a teacher with math problems while other students leave. On the way home, they stop to watch the sunset and see people enjoying time together. When they get home, they find their mother injured amid broken glass and an alcoholic father. Scared, the narrator escapes through a magical door in their room that leads to a field of flowers. There, the narrator finds peace until waking to their parents smiling and embracing them in a warm, loving home.

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The Open Door

I woke up to the ear-pleasing tunes of birds singing in harmony. Rubbing my eyes,


I walked towards the bathroom for my usual routine. I stretched my whole body
out, trying to reach the sky. The reflection was checking out my wrinkled uniform,
which hasn’t been washed for 2 days. As I stepped out of my bedroom, the strong
scent of black coffee hit me. It was my dad, reading every line of news out of the
paper with a cup on the right. Morning, lazy boy," my mom greeted me with a kiss.
"Breakfast is on the table," she said.

I love my morning; everything was in its place: the vase filled with colorful
Gerbera daisies was standing in the ray of light, the books were neatly arranged up
on the tallest shelf. I shoved two slices of bread in my mouth and put on my
yellowish socks. I was in the class just before the bell rang, drenched in sweat.

Chatters and laughter emerged in the hall at the end of the classes. The entrance
was packed with students escaping from this prison of books and bullies. I waited
patiently at my desk while helping "Mr. Math" solve the problem of integration."
People slowly disappeared, leaving me and the empty halls. I dragged myself
home; the steps were heavy. I stopped at the park to admire the big ball of redness
going down. They were joined by cyclists, joggers, and families, forgetting their
stresses and enjoying their time of life. Street lights lit up when darkness took over
the sky and people were heading out to their homes. Jealousy filled up in my heart.
I was not ready to face what awaited me, so I took out a sandwich I had bought
earlier and fed my rumbling stomach. I closed my eyes, trying to feel the peaceful
atmosphere. The chimes of a nearby clock tower alerted me that it was time.

It's time to go back to my least favorite place. Home.

Emptiness accompanied me on the escalator. The number "15" was on display,


indicating that I’m home. A strong scent kicked in, but this time it wasn’t coffee.
Shattering of glass can be heard. A pair of red eyes were staring at me as I stepped
in. "Jason, go to your room," my mom cried. Pieces of glass were all over the
room, and some were pierced through her soft hand. Gerbera daisies were lying in
the pool of blood; books were flipped, and drops of red substances can be seen on
the pages. The tables were turned upside-down, and I walked past the endless rows
of strongly scented bottles. I locked the door and sat against it. Screaming,
shouting, and weeping penetrated the wall. There was a door in my room, which I
never used. Strangely, the door was opened. There was a field of flowers, the
bluest sky I’ve ever seen, the warmest ray, and a tiny home. I felt somehow pulled
by some sort of attraction.

The door was my escape from this helllike place.

My foot was set on the grass, the flowers waved at me, and the wind pushed me,
leading me to run in the field of greens. The breeze was warm, and the birds were
all I could hear. No more crying or shouting in pain. I lay down among the tall
grasses; the sky was painted a soft blue with scattered white clouds. I took a deep
breath and closed my eyes.

Blinking of red and blue lights surrounded me when I opened my eyes. "Please
help my son." I heard a voice.

I got up from the nightmare. My mom and dad were smiling from ear to ear as they
held me, taking me inside the tiny home. It was cozy and warm. It was filled with
love, and I knew.

I was home.

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