Illusional

Helpless

December 22, 7:23 AM

Well, Marleigh fell asleep. So much for that! And that's not even the bad thing. I'm stuck! Yes, I'm trapped under a lot of junk! And don't even ask me how that would happen in the first place, because I sure don't have a clue. I don't think anyone can hear me, either; I've tried to scream for help, but nobody came for help!... either that, or they heard me, and they didn't bother to help.

    The air is very hot under here, almost like I was inhaling carbon dioxide. Perhaps I was, considering I was beginning to gasp for breath time and time again. I've also begun to get really hungry after not eating for so long (I didn't eat supper last night, because I was too upset to even want to take care of myself) Fortunately, I've been able to manage writing in my journal, the one you're reading.

    I'm not exactly sure what exactly I'm trapped under. From first glance, it looks like a mix of broken scaffolding and roofing clutter.

Apparently, I've heard other people grunting and screaming for help, meaning that the others were probably trapped as well. After a few minutes of sitting there, I tried to move some of the junk out of the way. Unfortunately, it was very heavy (and I'm not saying scaffolding is normally light, either) and I could barely budge it without my muscles giving out.

I at least tried to grab the phone on the nightstand next to me, and I managed to grab it. I called Andrew first, because he's the strongest, so I was sure he could make his way out of whatever he's going through.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up...!" I said quietly as I kicked my feet around. Eventually he picked up.

"Hey! Are you okay? Do you know what's going on?" I asked quickly.

"I'm stuck in here! I'm trapped against scaffolding and what I think are roofing parts. I just hope you're okay..."

I chuckled slightly before responding back, "Well, I'm actually in the same situation as you are. I'm stuck under the exact same stuff you are. I tried digging my way out, but to no progress. Can you try to get out?"

"I can try... let's see..." Andrew took about a minute and a half, and a lot of clutter was audibly hitting the ground. He later answered, "Nope, it's too heavy. I can't budge it at all!"

    I was appalled. "You're joking, right?"

    "I wish I was... I could normally move this kind of stuff with ease. I don't know what happened. It terrifies me that my strength would just slip away overnight. Or, over some nights, at the very most..." Andrew slipped into subtle panic before calmed down after a few seconds. "Have you tried calling Mr. Yemmingham?"

    "No." I replied in a way that looked like I was lying to him. I wasn't.

    "Call him, then."

    "I can't call him! He's gonna yell at me."

    "You would prefer the both of us, and potentially more people, being stuck under scaffolding than getting some help to get out?"

    "Yes, frankly, I would! You have no idea what it's like to live with him!"

    "You are right. I do not know what it's like to live with Mr. Yemmingham, but I do know that he loves you, a lot. Can..." he sighs. "Can I tell you a story?"