It was a dark and stormy night,the rain glistened on the grass under the moon light sky,as the stars became dim with the morning sun. I began to notice i stayed awake all night peering out my window,gazing at the world. I see it not as others do but as if it were the garden of eden. Mysterious but beautiful in its own way. No one may see it but even though the world is filled with lies and hatred,it is also filled with chances and opportunity and hope.

One day they might see but for now i stay on my lonesome. I stretched my legs and began walking to my bedroom door, as i approached it i heard footsteps along the the hard wood floor. It was my mother but she never usually awakes at this time. I open my door to hear glass shatter in the kitchen. I rushed to see what happened and to my surprise my mother passed out on floor next to a broken bottle of jack and shot bottles of whiskey.

She never use to be this way. Before she had me that is. She was a grade a student with a big heart but during then she met my father and they began dating for quite sometime. On the day of her graduation she told my father she was with child and he left. Told her that the child was not his called her inappropriate names and just walked away, never came back. Ever since that day she blamed me for his disappearance.

Out of no where a knock fell upon our front door. I turned and walked to it peering out the peephole, i seen a man dressed in all black. Tall with a mile long grin. I open the front door and began to speak. “Hello may i help you?” i asked cautiously. “Yes hi i am a friend of your fathers this is laila Roman's house right?” he replied with grace and ease. “Yes i am laila roman might i ask of your name?” “yes ma'am i am edward gilligan,i was sent here to inform you that your father has been in a terrible accident. He was announced dead this morning and his will said to make sure that i edward gilligan give you this letter and key.” he said as handed me a envelope and a small box with a skull shaped key inside.

“Thank You for your message edward it was nice to meet you i bid you well.” “you to laila.”

I shut the door and began to read the letter but before i could my mothe stumbled in from the kitchen. “Who was that bitch! I thought i told you dont fucking answer the door!” she screamed at me. But as always i ignored her snide comments. And walked away out the door.
On the porch i began to read the letter once...