There’s Nothing as
Tempting as a Locked Door
The
only thing I needed was to figure out how to open it. It had a keyhole, but it
was well rusted and didn’t look like anything was fitting into it anytime soon.
This would be the primary problem if I actually had a key. Maybe the rusting
would make it easier to open, if it rusted through the lock. Trying the knob, I
found it completely sealed. The knob was stuck, and didn’t even jiggle the way
most locked doorknobs do. I entertained the idea of being able to kick the door
down, but quickly dismissed it. The door was hard, solid wood, and there was no
way I was going to do anything but leave a footprint on it.
I didn’t
even know what was behind the door, I realized. I just wanted to open it. To
prove I could get it open. Even if there was just an empty room only occupied
by cobwebs, I wanted the door to open so I could see it. I needed to prove I
could do this on my own, so that I could know that I was able to be independent.
It was childish, I know, but I needed to stop relying on everyone else. There
were probably much easier ways to find my independence than prying open a door
that’s been locked for who knows how long, but an opportunity presented itself
so I took it.
I tried
to survey the room I was already in to see if there was anything of use to me.
Well, it wasn’t a room so much as a wide hallway. But the hallway came equipped
with a small mirror on the wall, a little chair, and a large, empty vase.
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