Shigadabi

🅱️art 🅱️ifteen

I sat down on the bed with a huff, how the hell was I gonna get out of here there's no door, no window there's only a fireplace that's making me sweat my ass off.

I rolled up my sleeves and attempted to fan myself, I hate being in hot rooms or just heat in general; being in hot rooms make me feel like I'm suffocating, which is the reason I'm so pale. On hot days I would stay inside and sit with my grandma and watch her knit, she always smelled like blueberry muffins and every time she would visit she would bring swee-NOWS NOT THE TIME TO ZONE OUT.

I sat up and began thinking; I don't have my phone, and I've already checked the dresser and desk, under and around the bed. Everywhere, I've checked everywhere!

I stopped for a moment staring at the fireplace. I remembered watching a criminal show where the dad killed his wife and hid her body in the fireplace. (Real episode I remember I just don't know what show it was from) I turned to the fireplace; could there be a door behind the fire, but even if there is how do I put it out and even if I do I won't be able to see I would also have to wait for the charcoal to cool down to even look in there and that would take at most two ho-shit I'm rambling. . . But what should I do?

An idea sparked in my head, I went up to the desk and ripped the drawer out, grabbing a stack of lined paper that was in the drawer and crumpled some of the sheets putting them back in the drawer. I went to the fire and burned some of the paper then putting it back into the drawer, as the small flame began to engulf the other crumpled sheets. There we go now I need to put out the actual fire. I looked over to the bed and saw the pillow helplessly sitting there; I quickly got up and grabbed the fluffy pillow, I could use this! But what if it catches on fire and I set the entire room on fire and I die in a horrible death an-OH MY GOD JUST USE THE THE PILLOW!

whenever I get panicked I start to fight with myself; usually rambling of the worst possibilities and then yelling at myself for rambling; It's a process.

I quickly grabbed the pillow and began to put out the fire. Other than burning my fingers a little I was fine, I didn't want to wait for the coals to cool down so I just began to look inside the fireplace.

I began to dig out all of the coals, burning my fingers in the process. Under all of the coals was a metal box that I quickly grabbed and put it next to the baby fire I made.

It opened easily an-OH JESUS ITS A FUCKING HAND!! I kicked the box away from me and scooted back, but to only feel a pair of shoes and legs. My heart stopped and I slowly looked up to see a man in a tux. Smiling.

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