The Shrink Program

Chapter 59

What was next..... was a lot of texting.

Except if you were the prisoner in the room of course, in which case you got to do a whole lot of nothing.

Guess who pulled the short straw?

Once I was no longer a dripping ball of misery, Apollo dumped me in his modified dollhouse prison.

That's right, upgraded to the presidential suite. Nothing but the most luxurious of cages for Maddison Trampth.

Once again, Apollo took up his seat in front of me, pulled out his phone and proceeded to ignore me.

Cause people whose phones weren't recently destroyed don't need conversation to entertain themselves...

That's fine. I'm an intelligent young woman, just as capable as keeping herself occupied as the next...

Who am I kidding? I'm too adorable to be alone! I need attention to suuuurvive...!

No. You can do this Maddison. Just stop talking to yourself and focus on something else!

With quiet desperation, I studied the room around me.

Like last night when I had finally entered my own apartment, it almost felt weird to be surrounded by furniture my size.

The place was pretty dusty in some of the smaller nooks and crannies like it had been cleaned by someone too big to do the finer details.

I walked around the room for a bit, investigating.

The place had a pretty simple design, almost generic, but was full of personal items that made me think this place had once been lived in...

A bookshelf full of classics, non-fiction stuff and... Comics, which would have been awesome discovery... If they were in English...

Knitting needles in the nightstand...

There were even clothes... But I left those alone after a close encounter with the underwear drawer.

All of this lead to one conclusion.

.... All the stuff in this house were way nicer than my stuff...

Which made sense... I guess... I don't really have any hobbies besides annoying people and begging for food...And all I ever do with my spare time is play with Monica and clean up after her evil fleabag cat...

I threw myself on the bed, face buried in despair.

Maddison Trampth.

Seventeen years of age.

Does not have a life.

Apollo was oblivious to my turmoil, still texting rapidly on his phone.

I turned my head to watch him, letting the covers beneath me soak up all evidence of my tears.

From the satisfied smirk that kept crossing his face, I could tell that, in the oven that was his brain, Apollo was baking the muffins of evil.

Full of the chocolate chips of cunning and waiting to be covered in the icing of deception...

"Apoooollllooo..." I whined, sitting up cross-legged. "Was freezing me to death not enough for you? Are you trying to starve me too........Apollo...?"

"Don't you have any of the Shrink Program's energy bars on you?" He finally muttered, not looking up from his typing.

Since getting food wasn't exactly easy when you're five inches tall, the Shrink program provided us with emergency energy bars we could carry around with us.