The Stranger With Blue Eyes ~Phan AU~

chapter 1

Opening my journal I began writing things about myself since I literally have nothing else to do.

Dark.

Cramped. 

Humid.

This is just a few of the words I could describe for what I have been living in for the last 17 years.

I've been hidden in the basement of my parents house because they did something illegal, they had me.

Oh and by the way there are guards everywhere. These are basically the ones who make sure everything is in order to the commanders pleasing. They do pod checks every month and also do random ones. They guard every passage way and every unit. They are everywhere so it's almost impossible to not get caught doing anything that's illegal. Yet, people still do it.

The commander made this law that there is to be only one child born per family because of how much we are being over populated and they also made having sex illegal, that is unless they know for sure you can't get pregnant then it's obviously fine. But if any of these laws were to be broken then the parents or whoever had sex without the guards permission would be executed.

Since I was the second child in my family then me having to be locked in the basement should be more understanding.
I have an older brother, Alex. He's twenty-five and he is currently living with my parents. He's hardly ever here though because of how much men his age are needed to work.

I've asked my parents before why I couldn't be with them when Alex leaves since he's hardly here anyways. They always said they couldn't take the risk.

My parents didn't know about this law until my mom was seven months pregnant with me. At least, that's what I was told. I'm not going to say they lied about not knowing but I'm certain that they are hiding something.

So she spent all the rest of her time in the house until I was born and made a plan for me to live in the basement for the rest of my life.

They obviously didn't think the plan through though because the guards search the houses, every inch is to be looked at. I'm surprised they haven't found the door that leads down here.
Every four hours my mother makes sure to bring me food and water. I'm used to living like this but to say that I hate it here is an understatement.

The humidity in here is awful, it makes the ground wet and my bed too. Don't even get me started on the smell. You would think I'd be used to the smell after living down here for that long.

I know I'm not going to be living here forever. The guards are eventually going to find me and when they do, I'll either be executed along with my parents or I will be thrown in a jail cell along with all the other teens that disobeyed the rules. I'd honestly rather be executed then thrown into a jail cell for the rest of my life.

I'm miserable down here.

Startled, I jump up from my bed, which is literally just a bunch of sheets bundled up together in a corner, throwing my journal up a bit before I stuff it in my shirt.

I look around the basement, or what I'd like to call my bedroom, for whatever made that noise and woke me up.

I rub my eyes and crawl off of the bed to the middle of the room and look over a large wood pole to see if maybe my parents were coming down to feed me. Which I find odd because I'm pretty sure it's still the middle of the night.

I saw maybe two or three figures stood by the door, I couldn't really make out who it was because of how dark it was but I was sure it was my mom and dad, possibly my brother as well, talking.
I squint my eyes thinking I'd get a better look at them but failed because then all I saw was my eyelashes and blurry lights.

"Mum? Dad? Is that you?" I whisper shout.

I soon discover that doing that was a big mistake because the figures that I thought were my family came rushing down the steps and grabbed me harshly then dragged me out of the basement.

Struggling to get free of there hold, I get a glimpse of my parents talking to someone. I didn't know who they were talking to because his back was faced to me but he wore a black suit and had greyish-brown hair.

My mum sees me but just when I was about to shout for her help, a cloth is forced over my nose and mouth. My eyes grow wide and I try to get free but I can't because of how strong whoever is holding me are.

However, I do notice that my mum was watching the whole time, doing nothing to help me. Just watching. I don't understand what's happening. It's all happening so fast that my mind can't take everything in.

Slowly, I start to feel even more dizzier than I already was. I feel my eyelids growing heavy and I try everything to keep them open but no matter what I do, they just seem to get heavier and heavier.

Eventually, I give up and let my eyes close.

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so, this might be a bad story already haha but please leave me a comment for I can know if it's even remotely interesting to anyone! xxx