Taylor is a 14-year-old high schooler who's had a very traumatic childhood. All of her trauma has caused her to develop involuntary age regression. Since she lives alone she has no one to care for her. Leaving her to try to battle her trauma, lack o...
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I opened my eyes to see the golden glow of the morning sun coming out of my apartment window.
"Uggg" I groaned.
I did not want to get up and ready for the school day. I rolled over and felt a familiar wet and sticky feeling all over my sheets.
"Not again" I sighed disappointedly.
I have been wetting the bed almost every night since the incident. I sat myself up, grabbed the sheets off my bed, and walked towards the washing machine.
Once I got that over with I headed to my shower. I doubted the shower would have warm water. Ever since I ran away I've lived in a very crappy apartment. It was all I could afford
I brushed my cold and wet hair so it sat straight. It wouldn't stay like that for long though, my hair is naturally pretty wavey.
I tied my bright blonde hair into pigtails. Then tied little light pink bows onto them. Even though I have very little money, I still tried very hard to appear stylish.
I had on a light pink tank top, a dark blue Jean skirt with little pink bows on them, childlike Velcro shoes, with some long white socks.
Most of my clothes were very childish because child clothing is cheaper, and I'm very small for my age, so they just fit better.
I grab my pink backpack full of rips off my wobbly kitchen table. I swing it over my shoulder and head out the door. Without breakfast of course.
Walking out of my small apartment, once I reach the exit door of the run-down apartment building I am stopped by a large hand on my shoulder. I quickly turn around to see my overweight, gray-haired, Santa clause looking landlord. His green eyes stare into my soul. He looks at me and smirks, licking his lips. My heart stops.
I'm only 14, and I live alone, which is illegal. When I was getting my apartment, my landlord refused to sell it to me. But I NEEDED that place. So he made a... "deal" with me. He told me that if I could do this... "favor" for him, he'll let me stay.
"Where you going baby?" my landlord's harsh raspy voice asks.
"T-to s-school," my tiny voice whimpers.
"Sorry sweets you might not make it to school today."
"W-why is t-that," I asked, now starting to panic.
"Because I need a favor," he says while walking closer to me.
I look at the little green door hanging on the crumbling walls of the front desk room. The room was very dark. There was a large vintage desk on the Left side of the door which has a ripped-up rolly chair behind it. The walls were bare, only covered by the pealing off yellow paint that was sloppily painted on the walls.
I so badly want to run out of that tiny green door. I so badly just want to make it to school, see my friends, learn new stuff, and hang out with my amazing teachers, But I can't. I owe my landlord. We made a deal. I can't break it.
About an hour later I was running out the green door of the apartment complex. Tears rolled down my face. I ran through the small parking lot in front of the building and hopped onto the sidewalk.
I slow my pace, now walking in the direction of my high school. I take some deep breaths and straighten my tank top. After I was done with the... "favor" I quickly threw on my clothes, not wanting to stay another moment with that man. I want to shower so badly. I feel so dirty.
I approach the front of my high school, my high school is extremely small but I like it though. Almost everyone in this school is like family to me. I'm not even popular or anything like that. It's just that almost everyone in this school is so caring and nice.
One inside I grabbed a late slip from the office before heading to first period, which was probably almost over. My first period was photography, so it didn't really matter that much. -------------------------------------------------------
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I hand my late slip to my teacher and walk to my seat. I sit with a junior named Haley in the back of the class who I've become decent friends with other the semester.
She gives me a smile as a sit down was frankly my mind wasn't really set on socializing right now.
My mind goes deep into thought I think about my situation. I think about my rumbling stomach, run down apartment, lack of money and all about what happened this morning with my landlord. It's suffocating.
As my mind wonders my emotions rise, and quiet tears began to slowly run down my cheeks.
To avoid any unwanted attention I bury my head into my arms that were folded on my desk, secretly slipping my thumb between my lips in a desperate attempt to self soothe.
I was so deep into my thoughts I didn't notice that class time has ended and everyone was begging to leave, all I could focus on was my increasing heart rate and tightening lungs as my body began to go into a panic attack.
I just sat on my desk, thumb in my mouth, tears falling from my eyes, breathing fast, holding my eyes shut tight. Letting this strange yet familiar fog take over my body and mind.
