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a/n well howdy? i'm here hhehehe, uh, am i lowkey not super sober writing this? yea. but am i still writing it? yea.
~ I began to sob and bawl my eyes out as I realized.
I was never.
Getting out of here. ________________________________ . . .
thunk thunk thunk
that was the only sound that echoed in this room as i through a ball against the wall.
i'm like a prisoner here. there's nothing to do but sit here and cry.
now thinking about it, i could do some other stuff, but i really don't need any cameras seeing me touch myself.
that's weird.
the ground was cold as hell and i laid on it frequently. listening for the footsteps of people as they would near where i sat.
i held my hands out and looked at my bruised knuckles and cut up hands.
they started to hurt, and it began to be insanely unbearable.
i was hoping someone would find me in this damp ass room instead of me sitting here alone waiting for some fucking miracle to happen.
i stood up and walked over to the door, banging on it with my fists," let me out bro, this isn't funny, i wanna go home!"
my voice echoed loudly through the room and i began to hear my own pleads of escape surround me.
i sound so stupid.
"LET ME OUT BRO." i yelled again.
banging and kicking the door vigorously with my hands and feet, hoping that something or someone would come to help me.
pummeling the door with my knuckles as i began to feel them start hurting again.
it was pointless.
i sunk my back against the door and laid my head against it, doing my best not to cry anymore.
i didn't want to cry, i was tired of crying over this. Daniel wouldn't want to see me cry, but i don't think he'd know how to handle this situation either.
