Black Rose

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  The room was dark and small with only two air vents that could barely let any light penetrate through them, but still managed to let in enough oxygen to keep my lungs from giving out.

  A little matress was laid in the middle of the room, filling up most of the space. It is on this matress that I lay awake day and night. Though for me there is no day and no time, just the darkness.

  I'm not allowed outside of the basement, not even to move around the house. When I was a child I'd ask my father why I wasn't allowed to go outside and he would always say because I'm 'special' and the world crumples up anyone different from it.
If you asked me, I feel pretty normal. Though I've never really seen my own reflection in a mirror.

  When I was younger my mum would visit me down here, comb my hair, play with me and sing me lullabies. But then her visits grew less frequent as the years went by untill she suddenly stopped visiting me. I got worried that maybe I had pushed her away, how I wish that was the case.

  Dad came down to me one day and told me that my mother died a sudden death. On that day I knew what pain really was, I screamed my lungs out in agony. During that time the line between sanity and insanity felt so thin to me, I wasn't even allowed to go to her funeral, I guess that's what hurt me the most. Dad got more brutal with me and treated me like a wild beast, fed me twice a day and never spoke a word to me only when absolutely necessary. Sometimes I wondered whether I was really alive or just in space. Empty dark lonely space. This has and will always be my life, that's what I told myself every single day but there was always that little voice in my head that never agreed with that statement and sometimes I chose to listen to it.

  The basement door swung open, revealing a middle aged man poorly dressed in checked blue t-shirt and brown shorts with his over size port belly showing just a little bit. His salt and pepper hair was all messy. If I had to be honest I've never seen dad look cleaner than he is looking right now.

  "Food!" He threw a bag of potato chips at me from the staircase that landed right on my lap "Don't eat it all up, thats all you'll be getting today. I have guests coming over tonight, so I'll have no  time to bring you your second meal, understand?" His voice was always groany and crunky "Yes sir" I wasn't allowed to call him dad ever since mum died.

  He shut the door behind him very hard which made me jump a little. We've never ever had guests home before, I wondered what the occassion was. One would wonder why I hadn't tried to escape yet, but it would be alot easier to do that if there wasn't a huge metal chain locked on my ankle and the other end being stuck to the basement wall.

   Honestly, I'm not affraid of Mr. Parker. if anything, I think he's affraid of me.

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