Grey //CAKE//

Chapter 22

Luke

It had nearly been a whole day and I think I was actually starting to go insane. I thought I was insane before .. no no . Now I'm fucking going insane

It's like how you feel when your phone was taken away right when you were going to text your crush back and now it looks like you're completely blowing them off with no way to think otherwise .
Very stressing and uncomfortable.

I had been trying all day to open both the window and door, even resorted to the vents and trying to break them. But I was too afraid to break the window, too weak to break the door and too big for any vent.

Nothing I was doing worked. I was only glad there was a bathroom in my room, as well as that I was used to not eating for long periods. As much as I wanted to get over that, I couldn't.

Now it was just me, curled up on my bed, alone with my thoughts, crying from hopelessness.

I didn't want to be dramatic but I truly felt like i was going to be stuck here until I die from dehydration or starvation maybe even from going insane .

I was playing scenarios in my head before I just couldn't take it . I jumped from my bed and searched through my drawers. I didn't even know what I was looking for but I just wanted to take my mind off of being stuck in this room .

I found old drawings of stupid things from when I was younger, lost picks to my guitar that I had actually been wondering where they had went, shoe strings, beanies, socks, an old songwriting book that I had totally forgotten about, and even the pencil that I claimed was my lucky pencil.

It was already so dull that I nearly couldn't sharpen it.. but I did . And I was more than excited to write again.

I went into my closet, rummaging around the mess, finally finding what I was looking for, an old dusty guitar case holding the thing most dearest to me, my acoustic.

I pulled it out setting it on my lap. I studied it's edges, remembering back to when my dad got this for me . I was so excited, he had finally laid off trying to make me play sports and bought me something for music.

It meant everything to me.

I grabbed a pick strumming it, and immediately cringing at how out of tune it was .

Easily tuning it back again, I brought my song book to me , playing and singing some of the old songs I had wrote. Some of them were silly, and others were actually good. I was really surprised.

It wasn't until I had the pencil in my hand, scribbling down words, that I noticed I was actually writing. As weird as that is, it just came out. After 20 minutes of writing, erasing, then writing again I studied the lyrics.

You've gotta let it go, you're losing all your hope
Nothing left to hold, locked out in the cold
You painted memories then washed out all the scenes
I'm stuck in between a nightmare and lost dreams

It was all just coming out of me. I never realized until my hand expressed it from my mind onto the paper. I hadn't even thought to write, I took out my emotions in such awful ways, totally forgetting about the beautiful ways.

I continued writing until I had a full , heart felt song. There were tears in my eyes but I really felt joy. All I wanted was to run to calum and show him. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of birds and my alarm clock going off again..

Had I really stayed up all night ? It hadn't felt that way.

But that only meant.. it'd be another day of - hopefully, calum wondering where I was. I hope he was thinking about me, I really hope he doesn't think I'm ignoring him..

I surely wonder what he's doing, I even wonder if maybe he'd be the one to help me out of here ..

I frowned and looked down, turning to go and take a shower. I'm pretty sure all I was going to do today was sleep.. it's not like there was anything else to do.
Maybe the time would go by faster .