I sit in the messed up table. I start crying, sobbing. It pours out of me. I can't believe I have any crying left in me from on the street. The last tear dripped down my face. I was done with dreams, fun, anything. Done. I would be locked away. Forever. I heard the door screech open. Only then did I remember where I was. A bad people infested, horrible looking, and just plain awful place. I start to get up, but I am afraid of what is above me. The light fixture with no light could fall on my head. So instead I lay down. And I fall asleep. I don't have a dream. I am just lying there. Like a lifeless lump of nothingness. The room gets quiet. No noises. I hear nothing. Then the silence was broken. A tick-tock kept repeating in my ear, like a clock. I here a whisper combined with the tick-tock. It says "you are locked, you are locked, you are locked." It keeps repeating and all I want to do is wake up. The whisper say one last thing. "Hello".
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Locked
Teen FictionAs I walked down the street my heels clicked up and down. I was on my way to meet my dad for the first time in 4 years. We would meet at a brand new restaurant. Let's just say I shouldn't have gone into that restaurant.
