Prisoner
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Tue, Jul 15, 2014
I feel trapped. Stuck inside this building. It's dark in here, and I'm all alone. Nobody to talk to. Not a single person to laugh or cry with. Just me. In this small white room. I sit in the bed tucked away in the corner.
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A few books have been placed in a white bookshelf opposite me. A wardrobe stands tall next to me with quite a few items inside. A form fitting black dress, a pink skater dress, two pairs of faded skinny jeans, a pair of dark grey sweatpants, a white cardigan, a black tank top and a black long sleeve shirt. Along with a pair of white converse and brown leather riding boots. A full body mirror has been attached to the inside of the oak wardrobe door.
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As I lay on my back I begin to feel really tired and slowly fall asleep. Flashbacks of yesterday come rushing back to me. The pain is still there. I've become so numb and the terror hasn't left.
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