tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

April 8ᵗʰ ─ 2:00 ᵖᵐ

Diana's POV

He'd delivered me my morning breakfast, and then he was gone, and I was tired of being confused, and hurt and crying. I waited for a while, before standing in the extreme darkness, he must have had the windows boarded because I couldn't see a damn thing.

I'm pretty sure I stepped on a Lego at one point, I finally reached a wall that had been a far distance since the blanket I'd been sleeping on for the week, and on that wall was a light switch. I flicked it on.

I grinned widely as if it was the first time I'd ever seen light before, and it sure felt that way. The basement was cluttered with gardening tools, cleaning machines, a washing machine, dryer and tools. It was disgusting.

My eyes caught the stairs, I rushed past a toolbox and ran up them. There was a brown door, and I raised my hand to twist the knob when I realized there was none. But there was a bolt on the door, it needed a key.

I almost expressed my frustration in a wild manner when I saw that I could see through the place where the knob would have been.

Through that, I could see a kitchen table, a stove, and it was all pretty crappy. I saw movement, and I knew he was coming. I rushed down the stairs, flicking the light off and heading for my "bed".

"Still alive down here?" He asked as soon as he opened the door, and I couldn't see him in the darkness.

I didn't answer, only smiled when I heard the rattle of keys he must have been wearing on his belt.