My one ray of sunshine

Bad day

I sit on the edge of the bed, contemplating my next move. It had been a hellish few days being restrained to a bed while multiple people came by to view me like a caged animal. They would talk to me, but all I would do is groan in pain until they left. I was in no mood to talk to a single soul.

The window has a soft blue glow to it, letting me know its magic protected. Meaning it would be near impossible to break. The door to my room is locked by normal human locks, but chances are there are multiple people downstairs, all ready to catch me if I knock the door open. At least thats what I hear by the chatter beneath me. I cant make out words, not even when I press my skull to the floor or sit by the vent. No understandable words come from it. Maybe there is no words and no people, just whispered hushed inside my own head causing me to go mad. Perhaps thats why Dream looked at me funny while bringing me lunch. I was bent at the vent, trying to hear anything emerge, but only heard the same level of overlapping whispers.

"Who's ready for dinner?" Blue asked cheerfully, opening the door. He set the tray down on the desk and sat beside me, giving me a quick hug. "You need to eat at least half, okay? I made it with love!"

"K," I answer, falling onto my side. Hopefully he will get the hint and get out.

He rubs my side and leaves the room. Finally, someone understands I do not want to be around anybody. The strap still on the bed tickles my face.  It's the one used for my leg, which makes sense by the way I fell. I have no idea why they left these on the bed. Like I will have to be strapped down at any moment for going ballistic or running away. Well, I can do one.

Hot rage fills my body as I look at the five restraints again. Four small and one large for my torso.  My hand wraps around the one that irritated my face and I pull hard. Nothing happens to it of course, it able to withstand a large amount of force. But that's when I see it. They all have straps connecting under the bed. The hands and feet one are connected to eachother so it looks like three lines on my bed with bubbled up straps. I follow it and unclip the buckles which lets the restraints be ripped off the bed. The buckle end is hard, I learned that as it comes towards my face at full force once I pulled from the matress. I stumble back and fall over the desk, causing the tray to splatter on the floor. Bad move, I now hear footsteps on the stairs, coming to my room. Better make the most of this.

I quickly push the desk to the door, blocking it off. The door is being pushed on, but they can't get in yet. My eyes go to the vent system, but I am too big to fit through it. But the buckle can be used as a good weapon.  First off, thats stupid Tv. I can't stand the childish movies they play on repeat like its entertainment and not mockery. I use the restraint like a whip and throw the buckle side into the screen, causing deep cracks. I lift it up and do it again and again.

"Ink??" is yelled behind the door. I scowl at the voice and make a few holes in the wall with the same method. I want them to understand treating me like this has horrible consequences. Next time won't be so pleasant.  Someone stronger begins to throw their shoulder at the door causing it to finally open. I swing back the buckle and whip it at the person who falls back with a shriek. I'm glad it hurt.

I go to swing it again, but someone grabs my arm before I can. I didn't even see them come in! They're fast. I'm met with the angry eyes of Dream, who forces me onto the bed, holding my arms and torso.

"Fuck, he took off the restraints," he swore as Blue picked them up off the floor. Nightmare comes over and holds my legs down as Blue reattachs the leg restaints to the bed. They force my legs through, getting kicked in the process. Next is the torso then the arms. They finally let go of me once I am fully restrained to the bed.

"Let him scream it out," Nightmare says gruffly. He puts a hand on Dreams shoulder who was assessing the damage done to the room. Maybe thier relationship was improving? Who can say? Not me. I've been on this bed for weeks.

"Lets clean this up," Dream sighed, ignoring my threats and insults. Cut to a few sanses cleaning up the room. One gets the glass from the television while two others fix the holes in the drywall. I am occasionally yelled at to 'shut up' but I absolutely refuse to listen. My voice goes hoarse and my body gets tired, but I refuse to give up until I'm sobbing and using the last bit of my strength to pull at the binds. They absolutely ingore me, doing final touches like putting the desk back and scraping off drywall mud. The television is gone and so is the glass. Every hole has been patched and everything is back in its place.
They begin to leave, refusing to even look at me as they do so. Until Dream is left in the room. He watches me sob for a minute before speaking.

"I am beyond disappointed in you. Get some sleep," he ordered, flicking off the light and shutting the door. I hear the lock click back in its place. They've left me alone, sobbing in a room with my only light source being the slowly setting sun.  I let out another desperate sob as the voices start again beneath me. But this time I know theyre real.