Authors notes: I just want to thank you all for reading once again and I've started writing a new story, it's science fiction and if you want to read it it's on my profile thank you and enjoy this chapter. :)
I'm 7 years old. I'm in my living room playing a sports game on the Wii. I'm by myself in the room. But someones coming, I can't tell who I can just hear footsteps. They're coming closer. But I'm not afraid. I'm happy if anything, it's weird, it's odd, I'm confused. It's sunny outside and the the temperature inside the house is a comfortable one. Then I realise who it is...it's him. The monster. I feel comfortable around him. I love him. I loved him. This is just 7 year old me. Me now hates the guts of off him. I now realise what he's like. He's evil.
We start playing the bowling game on the Wii again. He's a lot better than I am. I'm terrible at this game.
"Monkey I have a trick I can show you."
Monkey. That was his nickname for me. I happily let him show me the trick and it actually was a great trick. You have to angle the Wii remote to hit the pins at a perfect angle. We kept playing. He was pressed against me. I felt comfortable. Safe even. How did I not realise it was wrong? How? I can't remember if he touched me that day or not. He probably did but for that moment we were alone and he didn't. I was safe. And I was happy.
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Barely alive
General FictionSometimes do you just want to escape? Run from everything you hold dear to you. For me that isn't an option. I'm trapped inside my own prison. My own mind...my own story. But hey it could be worse. So enough dawdling let's get this party started...
