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[temporary-insani...]

I started this when I was 14. I am now 16. Who knows if I'll ever finish it.(may be spelling/grammar/punctuation errors!)

1:25 am read the bedside clock. I looked outside the rain streamed window that looks to the back property out of my room. The pathway that leads from the porch was flooded with rain; I heard the roar of thunder and walked slowly to my dresser. I pulled a weathered key from the pocket of my robe and used it to open a small drawer in the side of my dresser that used to belong to my mother. Gazing down at the key I remember the day that I found it. When I was five, a year after my mother died of a car accident, I was sitting in our attic looking through a trunk of my mother’s old photographs when at the bottom of the box, I found the key. Once I saw the key I knew it was meant for my mother’s dresser. After she died I had asked my father if I could keep it. Not wanting such a beautiful piece of furniture to be wasted, he agreed.
I placed the key in its slot and turned it. The dresser drawer opened smoothly and I looked inside at the familiar documents- my adoption papers, declaring legal guardianship to Mr. and Mrs. Scott. I understand now what the adoption papers mean- that I don’t know my real parents and that the woman I had been grieving over wasn’t even my real mom. But I didn’t know exactly what the papers meant 10 years ago when my dad showed me them and attempted to explain their meaning. Some might think that notifying a six year old of their adoption is an unnecessary burden at such a young age, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Placing the papers back to their place I noticed that the bottom of the drawer had become exceptionally loose and was causing it to slant signifigantly to the left. Sadness echoed through my chest at realizing that something I held so dear might someday soon be broken beyond repair.
I reached my index finger under the left upper-hand corner of the wooden board to pull it upwards, attempting to correct it. As I pulled the corner, the whole bottom of the drawer lifted with the knob and my blues eyes filled with surprise. A necklace, a beautiful gold chain with a heart shaped locket attached, was laid beneath the board in a hidden compartment.
I picked up the amulet suspiciously and stood up with my back to one of the four walls of my bedroom. I opened the locket and saw a picture of a beautiful woman in a wicker hat with deep blue eyes and copper blonde hair, she looked like…..me. I closed my eyes and slid down the wall into a sitting position and thought, ‘This can’t be my real mother, can it?’ I placed the necklace into my pyjama pant pocket, along with the key and lowered myself back into my four poster bed.
The rest of the night I tossed and turned restlessly, unable to keep my mind from wondering about the unknown woman inside the locket. Was it my mother? Did my adoptive father mean for me to find it there? Why hadn’t I found it earlier? So many questions filled my mind, the answers unknown.
Unaware that I’d had so much of a minute of sleep I awoke to bright sunlight peering through the seams of my bedroom curtains. I walked the length of carpeted floor to my closet and prepared myself for a new day with a new unanswerable question.