Summer Camp

Chapter Sixteen

I was told when I get older

All my fears would shrink,

But now I'm insecure,

And I care what people think

My Name is Blurryface and I care what you think. 

~Stressed Out, Twenty One Pilots

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**Alex's POV**

Once the lights turned off, they didn't turn back on. I wasn't sure how long I was in the dark. It could have been minutes, or it could have been days. The only way to tell how long it had been was meals, and I didn't even get those consistently. 

Everyonce in a while the door would be unlocked and a bright light would shine in, it would focus on me and a tray would be placed on the ground, where the one from last meal sat, and the old tray would be taken away.

On the first day I had tried to escape. I planned to attack the man who opened the door. I stood waiting for an hour until I finally heard the door unlock. I jumped out into the light but the guard seemed to know what was going to happen. The guard punched me in the gut, and slapped me in the face. He didn't give me the food, and left the lights off for far too long.

The room was starting to stink, and the darkness was making me go crazy. I felt like I was becoming claustrophobic. 

I tried to sleep most of the time that I was locked in the dungeon, but my back and neck would cramp up from sleeping without any support. It was freezing in the room, so I just huddled in the corner trying to keep warm. 

Suddenly the lights cut on, and It was so bright that I had to look away to let my eyes adjust. The light made the room warmer, and I could see little spots of blood all over the floor. I looked at my fingers, and they were raw with dried blood on them. 

I hoped that they would keep the lights on, things seemed to be getting better, hopefully they would be me out soon. 

Soon the door opened once again, but it wasn't the usual guard bringing me food, it was King himself. I stayed huddled in the corner, afraid to go near him. 

He looked at me with mock sympathy. 

"The dungeon isn't very fun is it?" He asked, walking towards me, "But I'll make you a deal."

He moves around the small cell, laughing a bit.

"If you just apologize and swear your loyalty to me, than maybe I'll just let you out. I just want you to promise me that you will do whatever I tell you."

I shake my head. The King must be crazy if he thinks that I would do any of that.

"Are you sure," he asks inching closer and closer to me.

I put my head between my knees, shaking like crazy.

" Look at me when I am talking to you," he yells. I look up scared of what he will do to me. "I will give you one chance to apologies, and if you don't it will get much, much worse for you."

I shake my head. He bends down and looks into my eyes. "That wasn't a very good decision." He slaps me, he many rings cutting open my check. I touch were he slapped me, feeling blood pouring out of my cuts. 

The King storms out, and the lights immediately shut off. I start to sob, choking on my own tears, wishing that I just would have apologized and done what the King said. The King really was in charge of everything, and he could and would destroy me.