"Hello," I said, hearing my voice echo in the distance, "Where am I? Let me go!" I hear the crack of a door opening, giving me some light. I look down, I was tied up.
The light comes on, nobody was there. The room starts to look like a lab. Suddenly, I had an idea. I found a pair of scissors. I scooted closer and closer to the scissors. I then realized I'm skinny enough to slide through the rope wrapped around me... So I did.
The door slammed shut, I tried to open it- But it was locked, "Show me who you really are, I promise, I won't be scared!" I started to say, "I won't harm you, In any way, shape, or form! I won't touch anything of your most prized! I'll do whatever you want, just please! Let me go!" I started to cry.
"You won't be scared of me, I, am afraid of you... You freak! You know me, you know I always wanted to be treated with respected! But you ruined that, I wish you were never born!" A familiar voice said, through the other side of the door.
He came inside, "Shawn?!" I exclaimed, "You're jealous of me? But why?"
"You know why," he cried.
"Why?"
"You know why."
"But why?"
"You know!"
"Or do I?"
"Stop!"
I couldn't help but laugh, "It's just a joke! Come on, have a sense of humor once and a while!"
"Well your jokes aren't funny! They would be if you said them at a good time. I want people to realize how much of a freak you are, you're not a little angel, you're just a freak," Shawn scowled.
"How is this my fault? You think I want to be spoiled? And at least you're aloud to be outside, how would you like it if you've been indoors all your life? Wait... why are you being so quiet? You always interrupt me."
Shawn said something... one common sentence, used against me.
"If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say nothing at all," he smirked.
Shawn suddenly grabbed something from a shelf... it was a tazer.
"What's your problem? Maybe you would be treated fairly if you were nice! Maybe that's why I am A Little Amgel!" I jumped away, but he still got me as I fell to the ground.
Three hours later, I wake up. I was in my room, but something was different, I couldn't think of what it was.
Was it that all of the evil lab drama was a dream? No, I've never had a dream before, I wonder why... Was it that I'm going crazy? No, I feel fine. Maybe it's that my room is covered in witchcraft spells? No, that's always - wait! Why is my room covered in witchcraft spells?!
I came downstairs to have some breakfast, speak of the devil... Shawn. For some reason, my parents seemed like they hated me.
"A little freak! Put on your gloves, then start cleaning... the entire house, I don't want to see a speck of dirt! When you finish that, stay in your room for the next week, we are having a guest stay all week. You better be finished in under one hour! Or you will be executed!" Mom said with anger and fear.
"What is happening?!" I freaked.
"Shawn found out that you're a witch! Isn't he just A Little Angel!"
Nope. I've got to get to the bottom of this, right after I finish cleaning...
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The Human Magnet
Sonstiges"I have grown up spoiled, not that I like it, but I don't want to be the one who makes people hate themselves"
