I felt around in the darkness, searching for my phone.
When I finally reached it, after knocking over tons of stuff, I clicked on what I hoped was the flashlight button.
After a few attempts, the flashlight came on.
I looked around the huge room, eyes straining in the darkness.
"Knives, knives..." I muttered, searching the room for a blade.
Nothing.
Then I remembered.
In real life, I kept my knife in the bottom of my sock drawer.
I dug through the sock drawer, smiling as I felt the knife in my hand.
The light on my phone went out.
"You just do not listen, do you?" I put the pocket knife in my pocket quickly.
"I'm gonna have to put you away..." And then I was being dragged out if the room.
My dad brought me downstairs and to a basement I didn't know we had.
It was pitch black but the light from upstairs made the surroundings slightly visible.
There were shackles on the wall and my dad quickly chained me up, before exiting and slamming the door, leaving me in the darkness.
Fuck.
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Careful What You Wish For
Narrativa generaleGrace's life is crappy. Her parents fight constantly and couldn't care less about her. She deals with depression and being suicidal and an addict. The only good thing in her life is her girlfriend, Page. After her 17th birthday, she wishes for a bet...
