The Gateway

I recall that day I rushed out of school with the fresh shade of purple blooming around my eye. Life was always like that…before I came across this book in the muddy alley on a rainy day. The book was dry and immaculate. I perused the seemingly “blank” page only to find faint, translucent words, “Write down a name!” Gingerly touching my bruised eye, I wrote the name “Charlie.” The next day Charlie was absent from school; he never returned. As days passed, one by one, my enemies disappeared. The day the police knocked on my door, I knew the book needed to go. When I threw it into the river, I realized it was a part of me that I could no longer ignore or leave behind.