SneakPeak_Chapter 17. That Summer Day (Part 1)

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Darkness... I need to breathe normally and slowly. The space is confined and damp. I have to bear with this darkness. I was not perfect. I failed. That's why I'm in this darkness now. I hope that this is not much a big deal for dad so that he won't keep me longer in here. I want to cry but I hold it back in. This is normal... I'm used to it. Besides, if I cry, it means I'm not perfect and dad hates it so I'll just sits here quietly, looking around, seeing nothing but total darkness. When will he set me free?

The door cracks open. The light is blinding me. It took a while for me to adjust my eyesight to see a familiar face. I smile at the figure standing in front of me. "Mom...," I called to her and she ushers me to come out with a small smile on her face. I take her hand and get out from 'the box'. 'The box'... That's what dad calls it. It is a coffin-size cubicle placed in the basement of our house. It's used for punishment. To punish me if I misbehave... If I'm not 'perfect'.

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*Told from Ivan Hendrik's point of view

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