Trapped // A Tradley Fanfic (ON HOLD)

Day 32

"Dear Diary,

Yesterday, I had a really normal day until that weird moment came. Cereal for breakfast, a sandwich for lunch and fish&chips for dinner. I was randomly talking to myself in front of the mirror until I got a new message. It was from him. The boy I barely remembered his face, the love and hate of my life, and also my best friend. Master of the puppy. Tristan Oliver Vance Evans.

'Won't you break the door?' nothing more. Just one message, and it stayed there. I was shocked after a month of no signals, no talks, no calls, no messages. This was his surprise. He promised me to get me out as soon as possible. Now why was he asking me to get out? He was always weird. Weird boy didn't know I was here just for him."

I closed the diary. The diary was from Tristan's fanboy room, I found it in the cupboard when I finished my first week. I spent my 1 month here, my borders were the walls. 2 rooms and some dumb ass stairs didn't let me have some fun so I spent some time writing the day before.

I was still not over the shock of the message Tris wrote, but I didn't break the door. He was going to get me out, I knew it, if he wasn't then why would he give half of his food to me every meal and not let me die? But this message changed everything. It reminded me of how useless I was. It lightened me up. It was the start of everything.

In the past month, I was so passive. I did nothing. Locked myself in the bath in time,woke up in time, slept in time, and did nothing else. I did nothing for myself. I was nothing. I was just a stranger stuck in a room. Nothing else. But I had to do something, unless I was going to be stuck here for some more time. I had to tell Tris about everything, so I started.

"Tris, text me as soon as possible. I have some words." And started waiting.

I started thinking about the room. I had internet, a comfortable bed, a bathroom, I was given 3 meals at a certain time everyday, I got 3 litres of water everyday, I literally had everything I had to have for a living. But this was not my life. This routine, it just wasn't me, it wasn't made for me. It was a quite different daily routine made for Tristan Evans. My routine was waking up late, playing with Jesse, listening to Arctic Monkeys and John Mayer and drinking with my family.  It was 1 AM and they were still awake, watching a film. I wanted to sleep because tomorrow, Ana was going to come at 7 AM talk to Henry, the boy she cheats on. But I just couldn't sleep, when I closed my eyes they opened themselves automatically, showing me they didn't want to sleep.

In my dreams, I always saw the last day we had, Tris and I being together and these dreams were one of the reasons why I couldn't sleep until 5 AM or some time close to that. I always saw that bed, him asking me if I'm ready or not, and the same quotes he said.

"God dammit Brad, this condom makes me uncomfortable." "Take it off then."  

"I want to do this again and again, Bradley." "Me too."

It reminded me of the soft kisses he left on my body.I didn't want to remember them. I didn't want to remember that day. I didn't want to miss him more and more everyday. But I couldn't control my feelings, maybe they were temporary but maybe they weren't, I just couldn't decide. I was turning into a psycopath. This thing was so complicated, from being together for one day to being stuck in a room just for some bullshit. I took the calendar from the drawer, scratched the day next to the other scratched ones. It was the 32nd day and the calendar was from 2012, but I was still using it to count the days I was in. And while thinking about the days I was in, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, there were so many notifications on my phone. All of them were from Twitter, so it was probably someone mentioning me and then going viral. I felt bad. It wasn't Tris, I was sure about that. I got up, I was gonna prepare myself a hot tub. It was 6.30 AM, so I had 30 more minutes free. I took my phone, tidied the bed up, closed the door and somehow locked it. I surprisingly found the key of this door, but it didn't open the main door so I was still stuck. It was so annoying, to find a key but the wrong one. And even though I found the right key, I didn't know when to get out. Anastasia was home 24/7, and mostly cleaning the house. Tris was the one who went out to buy stuff, I knew this because he always shouted while telling he was going to the market. 

I looked at my phoe to see what happened. I first looked at iMessage, of course, just in case Tris messaged me and I didn't see it, but there was only one person who texted: it was Joe. I was not in my mood to hear his shitty jokes, so I closed iMessage. WhatsApp? No new messages. I had forgotten my Instagram password, so I couldn't even log in. And the last one... Twitter. There were so many DMs coming since I did the MASSIVE follow spree, but there were two new messages from two different important people. One was James, and the other one was Tristan. Guess what I did?

Wrong guess. I didn't open Tristan's, I opened James's DM.

HURRAY THE NEW CHAPTER OMG!!11!!1111!!1!1!1!1!1!!!1!1!1!!!!111 lol 3 days ago I posted a little teaser and said "will publish it this sunday" bUT ITS MONDAY OMG!!1!!1!! im a stupid ass lazy bitch im seriously so fricking sorry. I seriosly dont know what to write in the next chapter, so it might also take one more month to write a fricking chapter so we can say im poodiepie aka out of ideas, seeya.

+someone on instagram asked if i wrote any books and how she/he could find it, i read it and say nothing im so rood im sorry, if you found it well congrats stalker but if i dont get a response in the next three hours, i will contact that lad. peACE. -Kong Gaming