TRAPPED
The footsteps stopped outside the door. I waited to hear the lock
turn but as always, it didn't. I sat up slowly and focused my
eyes on the door. On the other side, there was no noise.
I stood up slowly and walked silently
to the chest of drawers in the corner of the room. Out of habit I
ducked when I went past the window, forgetting I had drew the
thick black curtains days ago to keep out outside life (if it
even existed at all any more). I opened the drawer ensuring to
not make a sound. The key was still there, just like always, but
I was sure the outsider could still get in. They hadn't came
in yet (while I was awake anyway). I was sure they were toying
with my mind, trying to make me insane. They could've easily
get into my room just as easily as they had held me there for
weeks. Or maybe months. I wouldn't know. I couldn't know
- I had no clock. I had nothing electrical any more. They were
watching me through them so I knew I had to destroy them. I stood
on them and then braved the window and threw them out. In the
three seconds I was there, I didn't see a person walk past
and I didn't see a car. That proves it, doesn't it?
I'm not crazy. I'm just clever. Actually, maybe I am
slightly insane. A sane person would have never figured this out.
A sane person would venture outside. A sane person would have
been taken.
Sighing, I opened the next drawer down and
stared at the pencil sharpener with just one blade in it. The
other one I had taken out long before. I looked at the long line
of scars on my arm. I sighed again, knowing that I was
about to make another.
Every time I had been to sleep, no matter
for how long, I made a small cut in my arm. Just enough to make a
scar. That way, I knew just how many times they could have gotten
in without me knowing. How many times they could have messed with
my head.
Up until then, the total was 47.