I was speechless that night. I still am.
I darted out of that room after Toby hissed those words at me. I slammed the door and slid a broomstick through the handles. My heart was pounding and my vision was blurry. I felt like I was going to faint.
The house is so quiet now. Toby is shut in the room with the bodies, if there even is any left, and I've taken all the cans from the kitchen and stashed them in my room, which I have locked.
Occasionally, I hear footsteps darting through the corridor, making me think that Toby has escaped. When I creak the door open to take a peek, no one's there. The hallway is clean and untouched.
I'm laying in my bed now, munching on today's ration. I don't know how long I'll be here. I don't know where to go.
For now, I have food and comfort. Toby- the monster, I know he won't stay in there long. The only food he has is the flesh of his family anyway. Why did he spare me? Did I help him?
I'm forgetting to blink and my eyes are bloodshot and dry. I need some more rest.
I'm actually missing that stinking orphanage now.
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Diary Of The Abandoned (Sequel)
Ficción GeneralEmilia/Emily Hopkins lived in an orphanage. She's a nice child with manners, but there's one thing that ruins her image. Her constant random outbursts. She is said to have uncontrollable anger issues. Her sister is an infamous serial killer that com...
