The rain softly pitter pattered on the glass window in front me. It's already midday but we still haven't got a peek of the shiny golden sun.
What a gloomy day.
Looking around my room, it only made the effect gloomier. Books and papers littered on the floor, white painted walls and an endless shelf of books crowded my room.
The doors were locked. I have tried to get out but, as I have said, the door is locked.
There was a small opening with a tiny door like thing below the door where they would deliver my food three times a day every weekend, preventing me to go out.
There was a small bathroom by the end of my room but there were no windows there. The window in front me right now can be used for my escape, only if my room wasn't on the 7th floor of our house.
I averted my gaze from the window and jumped on my bed. I stared at the dull ceiling above me. I let out a loud sigh, I could try to reread my books if only I haven't read them enough for me to memorize their contents.
I suddenly heard the the tiny door open, and my lunch came in, along with a piece of paper.
I took it and went to eat on my desk.
Ugh, always the same food. For breakfast, I had a bowl of cereal, two loaves of bread and a glass of milk. For lunch, mashed potato with gravy, a bowl of soup, five pieces of garlic bread and a glass of water. And then at dinner, another bowl of soup, some leafy greens, a piece of pie and milk.
Talk about a boring meal.
I examined the paper. There were words written on it in large fonts.
Go and study.
Fail the test on Monday and you'll lose your freedom.
Here's your food.
I tore the paper apart and stared at the surveillance camera by the edge of my room, corner I meant.
I sighed and ate the stupid lunch. Shortly after, I left my leftovers in front the door where they took it back and delivered me another glass of water.
The rain poured harder and I can hear every drop echoing through my silent room. Well, at least something's keeping me company, the rain to be exact.
These things didn't used to happen until I've reached the fifth grade. The fifth grade when my life broke, and I felt like a robot... Or a puppet. And they are my puppeteer.
It was summer before my fifth grade, when my parents got divorced. My father took me and my sister along with him, and tried to drive us off a lake, and commit suicide.
I survived, but my dad and my sister did not. I was put into adoption where a prominent couple adopted me. At first they were sweet, but I knew I shouldn't trust my eyes.
After all, they are wolves in sheep's clothing. You will never see if someone is a demon if you rely on for senses alone. Remember, the demon was once an angel... And you might not know if the halo you see above them are real or those at horns in disguise.
After about two or three months, they started acting... Harsh.
They discovered I wasn't that much of a genius, and so they gave me many tutors, my room filled with books, they locked me inside the house and inside my room every weekend. They're homeschooling me and never again have I tried to go out and experience life outside.
The only outside experience would be looking through the window to see people, but never to interact with them, again.
I was shut from the world outside and imprisoned in my own home. Strings attached on me as my adoptive parents acted like a puppeteer, making me do everything they want.
