Call church

Alone

I sat in bed. "ALONE." Alone that's a word that's used to describe me. I'm alone I've never not been. Besides for the care taker. I've been abandoned by everyone. Alone in a this church confined to my room most the time.I'm alone with my thoughts and demons. I go to my bathroom and pick up my razor and cut my hair. The long brown hair falls to the floor. It's gone. Alone it sits on the bathroom tile. I look at myself. I'm half scared half excited. "What will they think" I think as my care taker walks in. I live in a place known as call church. It's a hell house. My care taker takes my razor away. He said this was a terrible deed I've done. I'm scared to know what will happen to me for it. Now my care taker drags me to my room slowly closing the door, locking it. I sit on the floor as I start to hear the music play. I roll around to try to get the sounds out of head. The thoughts they all come back. I rolled on the floor screaming. I couldn't take it I started to bang my head into the wall. Thick red blood dripping from my head. My care taker came into the room. He grabbed me by the arms and tied them behind my back. The music started getting louder and louder. I rolled on the floor more, and more. Until it just stoped, the music stopped. The insanity in my brain never stoped though. They wanted to drive me mad and to slowly see me kill myself. All I can think about was my past I've been here forever I remember being five and sitting in a smaller room happier. I had a bed and my care taker was with me most the time. As I got older I changed rooms. They all look the same just bigger. When I was eight they started playing the music at first I didn't mind it. Then this tune of pure horror is engraved in my brain. Now I'm laying on the floor numb. My care taker will be here soon.