Under the Alabama sky

I had to run. I had to run far far away from that place; from that.... it. I needed closure. I needed to know if he was still alive. The only thing stronger than my love for my brother was my will to live.

I laid down under an old pine tree and looked up at the crimson Alabama sky. I ate the last of the crackers I grabbed from that place before I left. My imagination ran free as if it was all one big dream. Or should I say nightmare.

It had been 4 days; 4 days since I left that place... and it. I managed to break the attic window. It thought to lock all of them. Except for that one.

I got up and walked around. I could hear the sound of screeching tire marks and honking. That meant I was close to a civilization. Actual people who had actual hearts who would actually care what it did to me.

It kept me chained up. Showed me pictures of my family and friends dead. Brought me personal belongings of theirs and would put it just far enough where I couldn't reach it. It would play videos of them interacting; searching for me. It never showed me it's face, body or even talked to me but somehow I knew it was always watching.