Setting and Tone

I turn the cold, shiny knob and the dark envelops me. Continuing to open the door as far as it will go, I allow as much light in as possible. Taking a deep inhale, I prepare myself for the worst. The only thing my ears can detect is the loud thumping that is happening in my very own chest. I stand on the very edge for a few seconds, which feel like hours, to allow myself to build up the courage needed. At last, I move my left leg and hover my foot over the first stair. I close my eyes tightly, but something seems to grab my foot and pull it into contact with the hardwood. Rapidly opening my eyes, I expect to see an unfamiliar face staring back at me, but to my dismay, nothing is there. I let out a loud sigh and decide to continue my trek. I make it down the first flight of stairs with ease, but as I approach the last flight of stairs, my heart seems to be exploding out of my chest. This unbearable feeling entices me to turn around in my tracks, and follow the same path I created a few seconds prior. As I safely land to the top, and slam the door shut, a thought runs through my five-year-old brain, "Maybe tomorrow I will take it on again".