Trapped In Reverse

Trapped in reverse-Alone

Shake,shake,shake...

I pour the powder slowly as it shakes out of the box,it was hard to get into the hole without creating a mess all over the floor.I finished the box and chucked it away as I pressed a little button that made the washing machine whirl into action.There wasn't anything to wash yet so I just watched the empty hole spin endlessly.

My mother,Louise,was outside and I was easily frightened at night.To avoid the silence of this wooden,broken house,I turned on the washing machine every night.At age 12,I was bound to find something to do to satisfy my Bordem.I had a few soft toys and couple of boxes but while it's dark,neither Appealed to me right now.If the washing machine stopped and ran out of powder, I would fill it up again.However,now the box was empty with a void covering the bottom of the cardboard,I had to hide instead.

No,I couldn't hide,even if I thought I could,I couldn't.In this house with only two neighbours.The idea of hiding was clearly not a good idea.I only knew one of my neighbours when they walked out of their car before it burst into flames.They were stuck here with me,that's a sad thought.

The owner of this housing idea was a thick lady with glasses just as thick.Her stone heart wouldn't move for anyone or anything and it was perfect that way.No entrance and no exit,a perfect situation to keep me and my family here.

The night's wind was scary since we lived at the bottom of an empty, lifeless house made entirely of wood and dirt if you cared to go to the basement.You would often find that cleaning this wasn't worth it and that the washing machine was pointless.The lady who owns everything in this place is a thin lady with no glasses and hips so boney that you could see them through her clothes.She was the nicer one of the people who cared for my wellbeing and took care of our house objects that I couldn't quite call furniture.

She was alone, the nicer lady didn't deserve that.One of the requirements for staying in this place was that you must be alone and not approved by society to live.Despite that, I was allowed to bring my parents for my young age and the dangers of staying alone as a child.

I cannot go outside in the day but I hate the night.So if I go out, I have a heart attack. But if I stay in, I get a heart attack.It's a 0/0 either way.
The doctors abandoned me while I was still learning about what a heart attack was and how it affects me so it didn't get cured, whatever this disease is.

I don't have a dad, but don't pity me because I did have one.I just got rid of him before we moved.Now it's just like the old times, just me and my mother.

I have three stuffed animals which I name differently every day, Tonight it is a new day.The smallest is a fox named Zone.He never moves or blinks, he just has these big eyes that stare from the corner of my bedroom.His current name is zone, but I have named him drunkie, drugged-out, peace, skimp, and laser.Its only been a month, I'm already changing my foxes name again.Now he is called Look-out because I believe he will watch over me.

The next is anonymous which I named after my half-sister.Its a life-sized bear that I change to be a girl or a boy each time I sleep.One day its wearing a skirt next its wearing trousers.I can't change the name of this one because my sister didn't change her name.

The biggest thing I own is this long pillow thing which I can substitute for anyone of anything.I count it as a toy because I can still play with it just not like the others that I play with.This one is special.My mother called it a "washable rag pillow" but I just call it "Bushie" for now.It probably will change in a few days.

Click!

The washing machine stops and I start to panic, the box is empty and the house is too.Before thinking about things, I crawl up the crooked stairs and climb into my bedroom for safety even though if someone broke in, they could easily reach me.The door's hinges didn't work so I had to hear it creak everytime the room moved.

When I opened the sheets and climbed in, I found anonymous waiting for me with its paws on the pillow case.I stroked the fluffy face and poked my figures deep into the empty, ripped holes that once had eyes.I caressed the wobbled mouth and said goodnight as I clung to the broken,fluffy bear.