The dull life of a shut in

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Sleep. Wake up. Look out my locked window. Eat. Sleep again. It had become my silent cycle in my home. I almost never left my room anymore, not that mom would let me out anyway. Almost everything had been taken from me; my phone and charger, any pencil sharpeners or sharp objects at all, even my stereo and CD's Eli had given me. All of it confiscated.

Eli. I can't even bare to think of his name anymore. Just the memory of his red face from his mother's harsh hand made me over flow with guilt already gnawing away at my very existence. My best and only friend. Mom says I'm not allowed to speak to him anymore, but he's not allowed to speak to me either.

How would I anyway? If I step one foot outside this house, mom will kill me. She's changed all the locks, even the one to my room. I can't leave unless she allows me to. I even have to request special permission to use the bathroom. Even my window has been bolted shut. The stupid thing won't budge an inch.

I've become a prisoner of my own home. What was once a private escape from everything outside had turned into a Hell on Earth with the snap of fingers.

I have no one.

I have nothing.

I want my dad.


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