The Mind Trap.

Meet Me.

' It's just two more days Kaleb and you're finally going to become fourteen.' I thought to myself while sitting on my bed drenched in blankets.

I was barebacked and I wore a plain grey joggers that hung tightly against my waist.

It was around eleven on a dark Friday night and I had nothing better to do than lock my door, sit on my bed and watch YouTube videos on my phone.

I was stealing internet from the neighbors nextdoor, not really since they actually kind of knew about it.

These days I'm interested in becoming stronger because there's no way that I'm going to fight someone and win the fight with these noodle arms I got here.

I was scrolling through the videos and saw one that appeals to me. It was a upper body workout.

I placed my earbuds, one in each ear. I got up from my bed shifting the blankets to the left of me jamming the wall and I placed the phone on the ground.

I started the video hoping that I can do every movement they instructed me to.

' Okay Kaleb you can do this. It's just a few push ups and abdominal crunches. What's so hard in that?' I thought to myself. Well boy oh boy I was so wrong.

I did the first five push ups before stumbled on my chest, colliding with the ground as my arms gave up on me.

It burnt with pain before dying out and my arms were normal once again.

I continued to do it and every five times I took a break, sweat was trickling down my face and I was exhausted but I still had to finish.

Now it was time to do the abdominal crunches.

"Come on Kaleb. You can do this. You made it through the push ups. You can do this." I assured myself quietly as I sighed.

I laid back on the ground and positioned myself to do the crunches, confident in myself.

After starting, I recognized that abdominal crunches weren't so hard, it was easy, very easy.

As I did my last one my stomach flared up with pain and I lay back on my room floor looking aimlessly at the ceiling thinking deep thoughts.

' I will have to do this everyday, morning and night. I have to become strong and confident, I can't let anyone hurt me any longer. I should ask abuelo to carry me to the gym.' I thought to myself, still looking aimlessly at my ceiling my arms are now under my head for support.

You're probably wondering who is abuelo, right? That's my grandfather he's Spanish and he had taught me to speak Spanish when I was around three years old. I don't really speak the language out of there house but I'm fluent now and I'm starting to mix up Spanish and English but it's okay since we're doing the language in school.

I pushed my upper body up of the floor, sitting up straight. I cuddled my legs up to my chest, resting my chin on my knees as my back meets the wall.

I sat in that position for over an hour hoping to stop studying everything for a while, at least for a second.

Everything that had happened over the past seven years came crashing into my mind like a wrecking ball, instantly creating a migraine.

I held my temples, massaging it, trying to get rid of the pain.

My eyes fluttered closed and I slumped back against my bedroom wall next to the window. A dim light stemmed through the windows as I slowly forgot about everything and sleepiness quickly fell upon me.

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My body ached as I opened my eyes to the bright light that filled my dull room.

My left hands quickly flew over my eyes as the light had almost blinded me.

I moved my hand slowly fluttering my eyes open not remembering what had happened last night.

"How did I reach here?" I questioned myself softly trying to put the pieces together. My phone laid on my grey carpet as my headphones were connected to it and I raised my left eyebrow in confusion.

I got up from the most uncomfortable position that I could sleep in and stretched my hands out before cracking my neck. I was throbbing with pain and I walked over to my phone picking it up, trying to figure out what had happen.

'Apparently I was looking at a video' and then I remembered everything that had happened last night.

I threw my phone on my bed together with my headphones and walked over to the window.

I looked out the window and saw a deserted street, not a soul roamed close by, not even a car.

' What am I going to do today?' I wondered and turned around to head straight for my bed after hearing my phone buzzing with messages.

I headed towards the bed and sat down picking up my phone. I stared at the screen looking at a message that I  received five minutes ago from Jake.

My mind trailed back on the other day when I told Jake everything. What was happening at home how I felt and knowing that he's the only person that knew about my dark secret made my stomach bubble with shame.

Hey dude meet me at Eastwood park at ten o'clock.

After reading the message I started to contemplate on whether or not to go and what was happening to him. 'Was something wrong?'

What? Why? Is something wrong?

I asked and instantly he replied.

Bro just meet me at the park okay!

I looked at his text and recognized that something was wrong.

I got up from the bed and headed towards my night stand that was  opposite my bed, next to the window, in the corner of the two walls that were securing it and plugged the charger into the socket to charge my phone.

I only had half an hour to get ready. I quickly grabbed my towel that was hanging on the towel rack just before my closet and I hurriedly run into my bathroom.

"God, I hope nothing is wrong with that child."

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