I hear Calvin's sermons. I shut my eyes close to make him think I'm still asleep. Unconscious. Calvin mentioned about me being unconscious for almost four days.
What happened?
"Where's Tracy?"
"You'll see her when you see her," he says. He sat next to me and breathed hardly, "You lied to me Foster."
"I know," I say, "I regret a part of it."
Calvin chuckled, it felt like his aura was dark and I can't seem to read what's on his mind. “Oh yes you will.”
"I am afraid," he pauses, "I have to bring you back to where you belong."
I laid back when I see the plane walls in my room turn white. It scared me, in one blink of an eye it was like I was just transported back in the alley.
As if the house is the alley.
My heart beats fast. All Calvin could give to me was his grin.
"Why am I here?" I ask him, I clenched my fists, "Calvin why did the room turn into-"
"The alley?" He says, "don't you get it Foster, your whole world is the alley."
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Dark Alley
Ficțiune adolescențiFoster was naive. He had been alone in the 'alley' - an ironic metaphor he used to describe the claustrophobic, four cornered room that was well lit to expose the white walls. After being sedated to sleep for a longer period no one could imagine, he...
