At 10:45, you realized you forgot something in your room.
Standing from the couch, you shut off the television and quickly made your way upstairs to retrieve your bracelet.
But when you swung open the door to your bedroom and finally got a good look at it, you were completely frozen with shock and anger. How could you have missed this?!
Maybe it was because you had just stumbled through the dark to your dresser, and turned on the mini lamp atop it to illuminate your search for a dress. Then you hadn't even bothered to find out why you kept tripping over random stuff in the dark and went to take your shower.
Either way, your room was completely trashed and that wasn't good.
Clothes were strewn around the room, and your pens and pencils were thrown around the floor. All your plushies, mostly consisting of cute animals, were right down with all your writing utensils. Your pillows were gutted and the feathers everywhere proved that.
With a shaking hand, you crouched down to grab a bright red fox plush, with an eye patch, a hook, and a toothy smile.
Wordlessly, you went around the room to then pick up a yellow chicken plush, wearing a bib that said 'Let's Eat!' and holding a mini cupcake, a brown bear plush with blue eyes, a top hat, and a mini microphone, a golden version of the bear plush with blacked out eyes, and a purple red eyed rabbit plush with a red bow tie and a mini guitar.
As you went to gently place them all back on the bed, you noticed a slip of paper in the middle of your bed. You growled. 'Son of a bitch left a signature or something?'
You snatched it up, unfolded it and began to read it aloud.
"It's nice to see your still alive, just like me. I wrote you a poem, can you believe it? And it's all for you.
Down the rabbit hole, they saw you come in
Through the glass of their cages chained up where they live
Please don't be afraid, they're a little bent
Broken souls looking for a way to start again
How can you ever be free
When your prison is skin-deep?
Left to rust, underneath
Buried them down below so no one sees
Daddy's little monsters
Listen to voice keeping you alive
You need them, they need you, it'll be alright
They don't want to stay under lock and key
You can help break the curse, they all wanna leave
If they could only shed their shells
Wear a mask and escape these cells
On the surface, they could start new
They could go if they looked like you
It's time for you to make the switch
It only stings for a little bit
You will stay and they get to leave
Thanks to you, now everyone will see...
Sincerely, It's Me."
You were frozen, unable to do anything but stare at the song you had just sang, the meaning finally dawning on you.
"Oh, god..."
Could he really be...?
Toreadors March blared from your phone again, snapping you out of your trance. You fumbled to pull the device from your purse and answer it.
"Hello?"
"(Name)! Where the hell are you?!"
"Just..." you glanced at your bedside clock. 11:04. Shit. "It's just, I'll be there in ten. See you."
Then you hung up before she could nag some more.
Truthfully, you probably weren't going to go. You were too busy deciphering the meaning behind you being possibly stalked and someone having actually broken into your- well, your aunt's, really- house. It was just... it just wasn't right. Not even a little bit.
With a stressed sigh, you fell onto your bed. You plugged in your earphones. You ignored the fact you would catch hell from your mother later for not going. You turned your music on high and drifted to forget.
To forget that your father was probably alive, and stalking you.
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