ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ 1999 (ˢᶜʰˡᵃᵗᵗᵇᵘʳ)

28- The Art Of Escapism

----Title photo is unfixable unfortunately, and I had so many cool pictures to put thereeeee, oh well📌BLOOD em TRAUMATIZED SCHLATT LMAO FLASHBACKS, TOP SURGERY SCARS, SCISSORS TRANSPHOBIA :(📌----

-Schlatt's POV-

Well.. Whatever, I'm never getting out of here..

I have started to accept that I'm just stuck here, all alone, because let's be honest, nobody would want to talk to me right now, and I am once again tied up, no hope left in me to even get out of bed. This is turning into routine, daily, again and again, and again, and again.

So what better to do, than reminisce? Ah yes. Let's go back down memory lane, shall we?

Let's.. Start to look at where it all started— um. A little kid was born into a terribly religious family, where s— he was forced to do certain things, in a certain way, for a certain goal.

Being great wasn't that goal. Not at all.

I can remember the screaming, and the disapproving faces my father gave me.

'Dad, Father I'm sorry, I won't do it again—'

'Stop crying, J̶̱̯́͊͛̐̀̀͛̔̕ǫ̴̨͉̫̲͖̱̹̈̇̃ä̶̢͍̖̬̣̰̼͓͕̪n̸̢̲̬̓͌͌͋͋̈n̷̘͔̳͗́̃̀̿͊̎͊̽̚ả̴̧͓̥͓̞ͅ, you'll get your clothes dirty, be a big ĝ̷̢̨̠̮̹̈́̿̒͆̌̈́î̸̠̀r̶̨̙̱̩̰̮̖͓̼̍l̴͖͂͝.'

'Sorry Father, I won't do it again.'

'Did you cut your hair?! We've talked about this J̶̱̯́͊͛̐̀̀͛̔̕ǫ̴̨͉̫̲͖̱̹̈̇̃ä̶̢͍̖̬̣̰̼͓͕̪n̸̢̲̬̓͌͌͋͋̈n̷̘͔̳͗́̃̀̿͊̎͊̽̚ả̴̧͓̥͓̞ͅ, you're gonna be in big trouble if you dare to do this again m̵͕̾̏i̷̱̝̲̣̺͎̿̄͛s̵͈̭͎̥̊̇͆͛̉̋̀̌s̷͍̒̾̔̒̎͊̒̒̚̕y̶͙̝̟̼̖̦̆̈͐ͅ.'

'Yes sir.'

'Good, now you go practice on the piano young ḽ̵̡̼̫͎͎͂̈́͑͑̍̈̏ͅa̵̢̧̨͉͍̙̹̳̦͖͐́̈́̈̀̒͂̿͠d̸̩̖̽̈̀̈́͝y̷̡̢̛̙̜̲̫̲͕̮͔̓̈̑̓.'

.... Let's not.

Moving on.. Let's just think about something else.

I remember I was so scared of arachnids when I was little, I would freak out when I saw one, jumping uo to the nearest tall surface, grabbing anything and throwing it in self defense.

Self defense, I swear.