My Short Life

Chapter 5

I like having the room clean, even though I hate the room. Everyday, I think of ways to get out of here, but they end up with me dying because this room is very high up from the ground.

I think about leaving when they're sleeping, but this entire house creaks and I don't know if they're light sleeper and I don't want to test that.

"Hey! We're leaving to go somewhere. We'll be back in 45 minutes. Don't leave your room or you'll be punished." Mystery Man threatened.

After I heard the door slam, I went to my door to see if I could leave. They locked me in. I want to get out of here, but I don't want to use the window because that would lead to death and I'm too young to die.

There was a lot of weird things in this room. I think this might've been a storage room before.

There's tools, wood, clothes, extra blankets that I've been using since the one on my bed doesn't keep me warm.

I look at the tools and see a sledgehammer.

"This could be useful." I said out loud to myself.

I went over to the window and started beating on the window to see if I could break the bars off.

"We're back!" The woman yelled.

I quickly put the sledgehammer back in the tool box and pushed the tool box back where it was.

She opened my door and of course Mystery Man was right beside her. He's like her little puppy.

"What'd you do while we were gone?" She asked.

"I tried breaking the bars off the window." I thought to myself.

"I cleaned the room." I gestured for them to come in, but they turned back around and went downstairs.

"That was close." I thought.

I looked back at the bars to see if I had made any damage. I didn't put a single dent into one of the four bars that's up there. I'm disappointed in myself.

I don't want to be here forever, but it seems like I will be here longer than expected.

I really want to get those bars down and use them as weapons. I will be here for a long time because it will take a while to break through the metal.

The sun was setting and it looked like it was at least 7:00. Almost dinner time.

They will slide the food under my door and usually it looks nasty but sometimes it tastes a little better than it looks.

Last night, they slid salisbury steak and mashed potatoes under my door. It didn't look good, but it tastes better than it looked.

I hear them coming back up the stairs talking and I smell the food. It smells like chicken nuggets and fries.

That has to be my favorite meal. Chicken is amazing in general. They slide it under my door.

There is so much dust under the door that the food catches it as it slides, so when it gets to my room it's all dusty. I forgot to sweep over there.

But it's whatever. I pick the dust off and still eat the food. I know that may seem gross, but I don't eat a lot here because I can't get my own food.

The only time I can leave my room to do something for myself is when I have to go to the bathroom.

They feed me, and if I don't eat, I don't get any more food. So I take advantage of everything that they give me because I don't know if they're going to stop feeding me or not.