[You are Viola!]
You awaken in your little room and add a line to your list of how many days you've been trapped here. Today marks day #147. You are starving. Your eyes shift to the fridge in your room. You proceed to get off of your bed and open the fridge door..
You may have an issue soon. You may be running out of food. But that'll be later, so you open the strawberry jam jar. Luckily, it's not expired yet! You get a slice of.. Oh. The breads expired. You close the jar of jam and get a bowl and some cereal. There's no milk. This is.. odd. You finish the bowl.
Thud. Clank.
You open you room door to check out the knocking.
You take one step..
You cannot go any further.
It is too dark.
You head back up.. Oh no! You tripped. Thud! Clank! Creak! You fall down the stairs.
You did it! You're downstairs. Kuh! You turn the stairwell light on.
Now to check out the knocking.
You open the door.
Nobody was there. You turn around and shut the door. You hear humming in your kitchen. The one your sister Lilac always hummed. You run to the kitchen. Again, nobody. You turn around and head upstairs.. You have the eternal feeling that you're being watched. As soon as you open your room door, the stairwell light shuts off. The humming resumed. This time it's the one your mother would hum when she's going to get the belt, or the hatchet. At least, that's the last time you heard her hum. A sense of dread looms over you. You enter your room and quickly shut and lock the door. Screams could be heard coming from outside of your room. The same ones from the last time you saw your mother and Lilac. A single tear rolls down your cheek.
Time to log onto your computer. You liked how weird you made your password. It was.. 'MCDONALDShAppyMEAL2018' you created it when you started liking happy meals. You check what year and day it is. It's March 1st, 2023. Happy 12th birthday!
You're tired, so you hop onto your bed and drift off to sleep.
Goodnight, Viola.
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