Numb.
Dead.
Hurting.
Pain.
Endless suffering.
I dont know why i have been so upset.
I have the best life, im really close with Austin's cousin and i have the best dad ever.
I have it so good and yet, I'm still in pain.
Why cant i just be happy with myself?
"Indigo?" I looked up from my journal and i saw Aaron at the door.
"Yeah?"
"Me and Alan are going out to get some food and stuff, wanna come?" He asked resting his side on the door.
"Nah, good." I smiled and he left my room.
"Get me ice cream and Twinkies!" I shouted across the house.
I heard him laugh and the front door closed.
I played around on my laptop just derping around for ten minuteswhen i heard the front door open.
Their back already?
I slowly walked out of my room and looked over the staircase.
I heard whispering and i saw two men come into view.
I had no idea who they are and one started making his way to the stairs with a black duffle bag.
I slapped my hand over my mouth and i ran to my room.
I closed the door very softly and i dialed 911.
"Help there is two guys in my house and i don't know who they are! Please hurry my address is-" I gave her my house number and street.
I went for the bat that i keep in my closet and i slowly opened the door.
I had no idea that the man was standing against my door and i didn't mean to shove him.
Shit, I'm dead.
"Hey! Get out here!" The man shouted and reached in my room and grabbed my hair.
I swung my bat and hit him in the chest which made him gasp for air.
He left me go and i ran smack into the other mans chest and he grabbed a hold of my hair.
Whats up with them pulling my hair?
He dragged me down the stairs with my kicking and screaming.
He slapped me in the face and put me in a kitchen chair and tied me down with some rope they had.
"Dude, in and out." One said.
"You go ill keep an eyes on this one." The other glared at me.
I whimpered and he slapped me again.
I clenched my eyes shut as tears fell.
When were the police going to get here?
Where was Alan and Aaron?
The man circled my chair after shoving a rag in my mouth.
It tastes like sweat and oil.
He pulled up a chair and sat down in front of me and twirled the edge of his knife on my leg, cutting the fabric and my skin.
Even with my face red with tears i didn't look at him or give him any sign of pain, or sadness.
The other man came down the stairs with his bag almost full and i started crying out for help.
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Fatherly Confusion
Fiksi Penggemar" let me make something clear," Austin said." I don't want a child. I'm sorry but you'll have to find someone's else to take care of her." My jaw dropped. "What?" I whisper. " Hey sorry but I don't want a kid, I left your mother cause she told me sh...
