Your body is strong, dear girl
For not only do you carry the immense weiht of your own thoughts
But hold tight to the thoughts of other as well.
Not many will know what it’s like to feel the world the way you do, sweet girl
With soft eyes and a tender soul, resilient yet often victim such anguish
Not many will understand what it is like to feel with their whole existence all at once
From the depths of your belly to the hairs on the back of you neck
And you mustn’t fall for the tricks of those who cannot taste pain in the backs of their mouths
Or feel the sunshine course through every synapse and nerve
You must learn that those who are meant to stay will not look at your naked heart with fear or misunderstanding
Will sit down next to you
And ask if they can show you theirs too.
I bit my lip, my eyes frantically gazing over the equation.
What if I couldn’t figure it out? What if I wasn’t ‘gifted’ like They said I was?
They would be disappointed if I couldn’t do it. No one ever wanted to disappoint them.
Would I get punished?
Would I get put back into the white room?
A chill shook my body. I hated the white room.
Sighed, I ran my hands through my hair, tugging on my scalp. “Just focus. It’s simple, you’re over thinking it.”
I took another look at the equation:
H+2W = L
Was it a code? What was I solving for?
Perhaps if they have given me more information I wouldn’t fail so miserably every time!
I stood up, my frustration getting the better of me. Hot anger pulsed through my body, my hands shook. I saw red, the blood roared in my ears. I was sick of this, of not knowing what was going on.
I was tired of staring at stupid, meaningless numbers and letters.
I swiped the papers and pencils off of the desk, they clattered to the ground, sounding like gun shots in the dead quiet room.
Suddenly, a group of people rushed in.
Men grabbed on to my arms, their grip tight enough to leave bruises as I struggled to break away.
They found the key at the bottom of the well, just like the treasure map showed.
Although, it was not the key they had been envisioning; when first coming across the map, Hunter and his friend’s pictured something old and rustic. They had always imagined a delicate key, with an intricate design – just like in the movies.
This key… was plain.
It had some curves to it, but the design was simple.
“What do we do now?” Holland asked. Her brows were pulled together, her nose scrunched up; it was a typical look she gave when she was confused.
“Does the map say anything else, Hunter?” Jack held the key in his hand, gazing at it intently as if the key would shout out answers to him if he stared hard enough.
“Um,” Hunter pulled the map out of his back pocket, unfolding it and looking carefully. “No, nothing else.”
“Maybe we’re missing a piece of the map?” Holland began to pace.
Jack shook his head, his lips pressed into a flat line. “This is useless, we travelled all this way, left our homes, for a plain key? Where’s all the treasure you promised us, Hunter?”
“Jack calm down,” Holland hissed.
“No!” Jack waved her off. “I was promised treasure that would allow me to help my aunt. A key,” he held it in the air, “is not going to help me pay for her medication. This key is useless! This whole trip is useless!”
In his anger, Jack threw the key. It flew across the yard of the abandoned farmhouse, landing with a clatter on the gravel driveway.
“Jack!” Holland shouted. “We get it, we’re disappointed too, but you don’t have to throw a fit. I mean… Hunter? What are you doing?”
While Holland had been trying to reason with Jack, Hunter had made his way to the discarded key.
He couldn’t believe this was the end of the search.
He wouldn’t believe it.
Hunter crouched down, a grin plastered on his face as he gazed at the now-broken key.
The two rushed over, taking in what was before them.
“Oh my god,” Holland whispered.
They key laid in a small pile of metal.
However, sticking out of the top of the key was a small slip of paper.
The search was back on.