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𝐘/𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕

My eyes fluttered open, blinking them a little as I did so. I unconsciously lifted my hands from under the sheets shielding my e/c eyes from the streams of light, seeping through the slips of the velvet curtains. The annoyi- I mean melodious chirps of birds filled the empty silence in my room, giving it a tiny spark of life.

After about a minute or two, I finally pushed myself off the bed and scooted to the far end of the bed. I was now sitting on the very edge of the bed with my legs slightly dangling below. I squinted my eyes checking the time displayed on the clock hanging above the desk.

'11:30?! How long have I slept??'I thought as I chewed on my inner cheek, a small part of myself was a tiny bit worried, after all, I was too used to waking up to my sister's screeching voice yelling from across the room. 'But oh well! It shouldn't be a problem I hope...'I thought nervously before stopping myself to dive even deeper into the thought.

'I really miss my family ... except for Maria I guess, I mean she was a real bitch,' The longer I sat there, thinking about my mum and dad, a thick bile of dread and guilt formed in my throat, unti it was too big to gulp it down. Images of their worrying face filing a report to the police and fear-filled expressions painted on my mum's face while she searches for me filled my head. The images are crystal clear and disturbingly accurate.

But eventually, I would have to accept my fate of being stuck here forever, so what better to do than distract myself? I moved my seat again and sat on the swivel hug chair, making myself comfortable while I read a book I randomly found on the desk, it was called "Never Going Give You Up". Although the book absorbed me into the world and skill of RickRolling, I could see a large chest next to my bed from the corner of my eye, it was covered in a worn-out rug and caked in a thin layer of dust, making it pop out from the clean and slick room. The curiosity and urge to open it was tugging on me.

With the curiosity bugging me too much to ignore, I mustered some courage and forced my stiff legs to walk towards the chest, 'Okay Okay I guess a small peep wouldn't hurt...'I lifted the chest lid slightly allowing me to see the inner contents, 'Let's see, some bobby pins, a sketchbook, some pencils, and a dagger? Wait wha-'

Suddenly, the shuffling of footsteps and the jingling of the keys from outside the door snapped me out of my swarm of thoughts. I dropped everything in my grasp with a clatter and swiftly slammed shut the chest, covering it with the dirty rug, and hurriedly scampered back to the chair, positioning myself like how I did previously. When the door swung open, I whipped my head around to face whoever is coming in, beads of cold sweat trickled down the nape of my neck while I fidget with my fingers as if I'd been caught doing something I shouldn't which is what I'm exactly doing.

"Oh hey there! I see that you're finally awake. Last night must certainly take a big toll on you!"Parrot walked in, in his grasp was a bowl of steaming Wan Tan Mee soup (noodle soup) which he placed on the desk.

Pointing towards the closet that sat at the very corner of the room, it was made out of polished dark oak wood, "There are clothes in that closet now. I came in at 9 am to fill it up and to check on you but you were sleeping. So umm yeah"

I tried to say something but the words wouldn't roll out from my tongue, slightly panicking I gathered back my shit and swallowed down the thick bile in my throat, "Wow umm cool Parrot," nervousness and fear flickering through my words as I worry over my odds of not being caught. I quickly hurried him out of the room, a nervous chuckle escaping me, ripping through the awkward silence I left behind.