The Bathroom - Original Writing

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“Hold on,” I told him while I exit the bathroom. I was through the bedroom door when I stopped midway as soon as a thought hit me. How do I give him the food exactly? I cautiously walked back in and talked to the wind, “Uhm, hello? Ghosty boy? Are you there?” “You’re talking to me right?” The voice answered. “Uh, yes.” I paused and stared at the floor, “How do I give you the food?” “Well,” He paused like he was in thought. “I actually tried to kick a tiny hole at the corner of the wall. If it’s okay, could you please look at it and tell me if you see it?” He asked with a kind and calming voice. I searched the bathroom for the hole he was referring to. I examined the whole wall on the side he was in. I looked at it from top to bottom and from left to right. I couldn’t find it. “I-I don’t see anything,” I voiced out my own thoughts. “Maybe something’s blocking it? It’s near this corner,” He knocked and I followed the sound, “close to the floor.” I took a glance at the corner of the room where the tiny trashbin was sitting. I crouched down under the sink and found my spot to sit on the floor. I removed the trashbin and was surprised to see the hole he was referring to. The hole was extremely small; it was tinier than a mouse’s. I tired to peak inside, but the hole was too narrow for me to even crouch down. “Is this why I’ve been hearing banging at night?” I asked to no one in particular. “Huh?” “Nothing,” I paused while examining the little hole, “I don’t think food could fit in here.” “I know,” His voice was suddenly sad, “But I thought, if I were able to make damage using only my feet and hands, I think we could make a bigger hole with a heavier tool.” I inspected the tiny hole with my fingers, “I’ll see what I can do.” I gently s... ... middle of paper ... ...s. It wasn’t till he called my attention when I realized I had fallen asleep. “Hello??? Are you still there?” “Wh- Uh- Yes, yes. Sorry.” “Did you fell asleep?” “I- Uhm—“ “Oh, goodness, what time is it?” He sounded disappointed in himself, “I didn’t know, I’m sorry, please take a rest now. I wouldn’t be making anymore noises from now on. I’m so sorry.” “Aww, please stop saying sorry.” I swallowed my guilt, “It’s almost two a.m.” “Oh dear, go to bed now. I’ll be here by tomorrow.” “I’m so sorry. I’ve been up all night reviewing and I have a quiz tomorrow.” I slowly sat up, “I’ll be back tomorrow, I promise. Mind telling me about yourself when I come back home from school?” “Most certainly.” His voice was so soothing that instead of feeling frightened about our situation, I felt safe. “Good Night, uhm—“ “—Eleanor” I continued. “Good Night, Eleanor.” “And you?” “Jasper.”

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