From last part: Was he even a child? He looked smaller than me and way shorter, he to be a child.
I was grabbed by the child figure and dragged to the room next door, I felt a foreign yet familiar feeling. Mayhaps I was dying so I screamed. I hoped that this wasn't my last day, I still had people to live for, goals I haven't accomplished and I still hadn't saw the other part of the world. Will this be how I died? Will anyone ever know what really happened to me, I didn't even know what was going on. Why is this feeling so familiar, have I experienced this before? The child figure released me once I was dragged inside the room. The door locked once I finally realized this.
The child-like figure left me alone in this room. My eyes were slowly adjusting to the dark, it was empty. A simple empty room with a door. I slowly walked to the door, it was indeed locked. Maybe someone had heard my scream and would come get me... I twisted the door knob multiple times and banged it but it seemed like no body heard. I screamed for help and I screamed for someone to come help me but I gave up. I felt tired and hopeless. I slide down to the floor holding my face in my hands. Why did I even think of this idea? It was too late to change my actions, I'm stuck in this room.
Being in the quiet room made the voices in my head louder and clearer. The voices illuminated the dark room, the only other thing besides me in the room. I didn't feel so lonely when I had myself. I was going to die if no one finds me in time. It's hopeless, no one would care if I was gone. I was in the room that was labeled off limits, no one would dare to break the rules and enter the room. I was the only one with teh crazy idea to come inside. This foreign feeling still hasn't gone away. Is this what death is? Is this what dying is? Why does it feel familiar? Every day in the orphanage feels like a part of me dies away. The other world I want to live in and explore is a world where I'm wanted. A home where I have family, someone to care for me... It probably wouldn't ever happen. What does such care feel like? To be loved by family?
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Short Stories
Horor{I first wrote this back in 2019. I was inspired but not enough to continue it. But in 2022 I decided to edit and continue the story. I will try to slowly upload the parts.} A story centered on a girl whose voice is her one and only true friend.
