Horror (One-Shots)

Trapped

Trapped

If I had to say, I will say that I am at the very bottom of the food chain in social status, and looks.

I am the guy that is antisocial, stays locked up at home playing games, eats junk food while getting obese, too lazy to move or work on my appearance, and doesn't want to try to change my wasteful existence.

Was I unhappy? No I wasn't. I have all the necessities for survival in my small house. I have water, food, entertainment, and a bed. What more could I need?

"Shit I am all out of cigarettes." I groaned, and continued to play my games, and munch down on my pizza, and chips. Fuck it. I don't feel like going out to buy more anyway.

After I finished my game, I went to lay down on the small bed at the corner of my room. Chip bags, cigarette butts, and wrappers surrounded my bed. It's like a cavern of mess. So disgusting. I will fix it later. I said that multiple times, but I will eventually.

"Uhhhhggggggg!" I groaned. I needed cigarettes to help me sleep. I decided to get dress to go get a new pack. It wouldn't hurt I guess. I hated going outside in general, but I need my fix.

I put on my sneakers, and went to open the door. When I did, I suddenly stopped in my tracks on what I saw before me.

I found myself standing in front of my room again! I ran to the door to open it, but it kept leading me back to my room. I couldn't escape my house!

I kept opening the same door over, and over, but it would lead me back to my room no mater what. Was I high, and dreaming? No I wasn't. This is too surreal, but it is reality. I am stuck here!

Many hours passed by, and I decided to just sleep it off. Maybe I am having a horrible nightmare. I went to bed.

When I woke I still was stuck in my house permanently. Maybe this is a message to me that I should change the way I live.

I looked over to my game desk, and saw some chips left in the bag along with a small bag of rice. I scarfed down the chips. I was so hungry, but I can't leave to buy groceries. What am I supposed to do now?

I dedicated my days to working out. I did sits ups, push ups, jumping jacks, and all that. I am finally becoming the man I've always wanted to be.

I ate the rice little by little everyday. Being trapped has made me savor the taste of simplistic dishes rather than the pizza, steak, and BBQ I would gobble down before.

I shaved down my stubble, cut my mop head hair, and showered everyday. I am a changed man. A man that can go up in the food chain.

I took a good look at myself in the mirror, and saw my muscle, my true handsome slim face, my bright glow. I am better than I ever was. All because of me being trapped.

One day after what feels like years of being trapped in my house, I opened the door once again. This time it was different. I could go out!

I stood there looking at the outside world. Did I really want to leave my comforting home into this cruel reality outside. What if I don't make it far in life? If I go out there I will be a loser again. Maybe I will take my time to get better before I leave here. To be better. Yes.

I closed the door, and went off into my house yet again. I have came to notice that I could go into every room without fail. I was no longer stuck in my room anymore. I could go to the kitchen, living room, dining room, every room.

I went to my refrigerator, and grabbed some water. I still hoped that there is enough rice to last me more weeks of being in this house.

I suddenly felt a stomach ache rushed through my body. Toilet! Luckily my room had a bathroom built in. That room was the other room I could have entered in for these long days I've spent locked up.

I ran to the bathroom, pulled my pants down, and sat my ass on the toilet. I could hear my waste escaping my body. The feeling was wonderful. I sighed in relief.

After I was done, I went to the door. I opened it, and saw my bathroom again.

What?!?!?! I kept going through my bathroom door, but it just kept leading back to the bathroom.

The days passed by slowly. There was nothing to eat in the bathroom. I could smell my waste everyday. I even tried eating my own feces to put some solids in my stomach. Nothing worked. I would just puke it back out.

Finally one day I was mere skin, and bones. I could feel my final hours awaiting me.

I could have escaped into the real world. Instead I wanted to hide away again, and now I face my death. I died soon after realizing that.

End