Hidaaa Could you grade this essay for me ?
- Story Name: Lost
- Writing Prompt ( something about find a door and opening it )
“ Lost. “ he muttered, with a deep, sharp tone. I’ll never forget how he said it that day. That’s what they called it, wasn’t it? Oh, Lost. The one word that held so many meanings and intricate uncertainty. The one word that depicted me. Behind the dark sheer curtains and under the marble table pried a pile of blood, a pool of blood sprawled on the floor, replete with lingering thick air of blood and metal. The silence that flowed through the house, opening the door that evening and gripping against that shattered knife made my organs twist and my heart shift. The peculiar frozen eyes and hot tears that ran pass my cheek, I haven’t seen it since. I walked home from school that day, the wind breezing through the trees, my long dark brown curls flowing against my forehead. Where that deep, piercing scar lay under all that loose skin. Each step, squashed and squished onto the ombre bright leaves. Each step, laid another step into the dark. Never knowing how it all led me to this point. I creaked through the wooden door, the house looked exactly the same as how it was left in the morning. The same mug on the counter, the to-do list on the fridge, the one thing that changed was how.. empty it felt. A creak ricocheted in the cracked walls. I retracted around the house, my pace quickened, following where the sound pulsated. At last , is where I found my closet. I seized the doorknob, unsure whether to move. But deep down, deep under my body it was telling me to move. And so I did. And there, There it was. Lied still under a pile of pillows, the same ominous scent and the pungent smell of blood, “m-mom!? “ I screamed.
Oh, it was to late.
