Brogan’s puzzle


      The opening to a new hall appeared. Should I go or should I stay? I asked myself this question silently. There was no turning back. A small glimmer of light shined through the cracked door. Around me there was striped wallpaper running up and down. A small desk stood against the left side of the hallway. It held on it a pretty little tablecloth and a framed photo that had been torn so much that I couldn‘t not make out the picture. The other side held a mirror, but it appeared to be broken, because I could not see my own reflection.
     I moved my hand up and touched the mirror. “Why don’t I see, what others see?” I asked myself in my childish voice. I was only twelve so my voice still was slightly high. My friends found it very amusing whenever it cracked, but I’d laugh along with them. Right now, not even my friends could laugh. Everyone I’d asked said that they’d never heard of them. That they didn’t exist.
     Gliss, the muscles. The protector of the group had blonde hair. Dirty blonde hair really, he was hard to miss.  Les, the kind. Less was always there to lend a hand or give a kind word. Elric, the joker. Him and me were so tight. We were best friends. Even when I thought I’d never smile again he could make me. Next was Kelvin, the smart. He’d help me make plans. Man, we’d have so much fun together. We’d laugh at the dumb one’s, but love the one’s that work. Me? I, Brogan, was the planer. I’d think of so many ways to get us in and out of trouble. Most of them though, just left us in complete, and total disarray.
     Sooner or later though my friends would forget, so we’d move right on with our next stupid little scheme. When that would fail, which sometimes we accomplished some things, we’d just pick up where we left off. Just hanging out. We’d play around a bit and stuff like that. I sighed; thinking of my friends hurt me now. They were the only people I knew. The only people who really knew me. I tightened my fists. ‘I’m not gonna just give up on ‘em. I’m gonna find ‘em.’ You know what was really sad? I believed myself. Believing can keep you going forever and ever. Well luckily for me, I didn’t have to go on forever and ever. The doorway was right in front of my, just like it had been moments before. I could go through there and meet my friends again. It was that simple. Or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was so hard to grasp that I thought this would end it.
     I sighed heavily. “This is to hard. I’m the planer. I’m not good at everyone else’s roles.” I looked from the mirror to the door. The light gently floating through.  It let just enough light through to where I could see.  The weakness of a child. They don’t know when to quit.  I know my weakness. My weakness is what makes me, me, but that weakness is also…what got my friends taken away. Right? I grabbed my head. “No, I’m not playing my part. I’m the planer, not the thinker. I’m the planer, not the thinker.” I repeated this over and over to myself.
       “I must stay in my place. I’m the planer. I make plans for the Master.” I tried recalling the Master. I’d forgotten I’d had one. I…I couldn’t even remember him. I know I had a Master though. Because everyone did. The hallway stood still. Only the quick huffs of my breaths were heard. They echoed down the hallway, up the hallway. They echoed in the small cracks in the frame that held the photo. The silence was enough to drive one insane. ‘Please make it stop. Please make it stop. Please make it stop. Please.’  The door was my only hope. My only escape, but what lie beyond it. There was no telling. I could walk through there and end up dieing. I asked myself what was worse, the noiseless hallway, where everything echo’s, or the unknown beyond?  I decided that the hallway was worse. There would never be any civilization. I took a step towards the door.
    “Gaa…the light, it’s blinding me. I haven’t even opened it all the way.” I said taking a few steps backwards. “Well it’s now or never.” I ran to the door closing my eyes. I shoved it open and walked through.
     I shielded my eyes with my hand. It was so bright. I’d never seen anything like this. The light died away slowly. Slowly. Slowly.  I moved my hand and gasped. “Ahh…I never knew…something…something so beautiful could exist.” I said sighed softly to myself as I looked over a child’s paradise. It was an island. It had tree houses and beaches with white sand. The sun always shined it’s brightest. I looked down at the beach.
“My God. I found them.”