He's watching me.
That's all he ever does. He stands on the other side of the glass and stares at me. He brings his friends and they join him in the pointing. They tap their fingers against the glass at me, the noise filling my ears, causing my world to shake as though it were going to collapse around me.
Sometimes I get food, never very much, but sometimes he forgets. The one thing I always have is water, plenty of water. It's usually not clean, but I won't complain- he'd never hear me anyway.
I'll be here until I die, that I know for sure. I'm not sure what will happen when that day comes. He'll probably just watch. All he ever does is watch me.
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"Mom." The little boy called down the hallway.
"Yes, sweetie?" His mother called, poking her head into the bedroom, smiling as she spotted her son sitting on the floor in his usually spot by the fish bowl.
"What do you think the fish is thinking about?"
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HorrorHe's watching me. That's all he ever does. He stands on the other side of the glass and stares at me. He brings his friends and they join him in the pointing. They tap their fingers against the glass at me, the noise filling my ears, causing my worl...
