I walk slowly into the room, my eyes searching in every direction.
I notice the spattered red stains on the walls and my stomach takes a sudden dive as I wonder if it's blood.
I manage to somehow avert my eyes and take in the rest of the room.
The walls are painted a sickly, depressing white, and the room is hardly furnished except for a small chest of drawers in the corner.
I hesitantly make my way over, my heart beating with anticipation and anxiety.
Will the one thing I so desperately seek be right here in front of me, in one of these drawers, like I had been told it would be?
Or had I been lied to by the one person in the world that I thought could be trusted?
'You'll never find out if you just stand here!' I silently yelled at myself.
I inched my way over to the drawers and noticed I was trembling.
With shaking hands I opened the first one.
Of course it wasn't in there, that would have been to easy!
I moved to the next one, only to find that that to, except for a lot of dust, was empty.
'Please,' I prayed as I made my way to the final one. 'Please let it be in here.'
I closed my eyes tightly and quietly slid open the drawer.
After what felt like hours, but in reality was only minutes, I forced my eyes open.
I felt my heart speed up and my eyes widen in excitement.
It was there!
Right where it was supposed to be!
I carefully removed the heart shaped box from the drawer and placed it on the floor in front of me.
I wanted to open it so badly, but I couldn't seem to bring myself to do so.
This tiny box held all the answers to my past...it would tell me why I was the way I was....why my mother left me with her best friend when I was just four years old and took offf to places unknown...why I hadn't seen my father since I was ten years old...and why half of my family and friends had died...
I stared at the box as tears fell down my face.
Would the answers finally bring some truth and understanding, or would they bring yet more heartache and untold sorrow into my life?
I picked up the box and held it close to my heart.
Suddenly I felt a small draft and I frowned in confusion.
There were no windows open and I had made sure I closed the door behind me when I had entered the room.
I began to get a prickly feeling, like I was being watched.
I started to turn around, but to my horror, as I did so, I felt cold hands encircle my throat.
''Drop it,''
The words were quiet but harsh.
I glanced longingly at the box in my hands and slowly placed it to the floor.
''Up,'' the voice ordered.
I slowly made myself rise from where I had been kneeling.
''You made a big mistake coming here,''
''I just wanted to-''
''Quiet,'' the voice interrupted me.
And then I felt it.
The cold barrel of the gun pressed against my head...
