"Enjoy the little things in life, because one day you will look back and realize they were the big things."
I was on top of the bed, drawing more sticks on the wall with my plastic knife while I ate the food they had given me. Three days had passed since the day I had left the room, so according to my calculus, it had passed a whole week.
Miss Dorothy had already given me the lights I had asked for, which meant I could finally see more clearly. I discovered a small chair on the corner of the room and a big box with a few sheets and a small pillow inside. I grabbed the sheets since I had cut my old ones and hadn't anything to cover myself.
During the day, Mr. Colton would also appear to give me food. It was only two meals. The first one was a sandwich, water, and an apple, and although the bread seemed to be from two days ago, it tasted like chocolate cake in my head. The second one was some weird soup. It was awful, completely disgusting. Yet, I'd always force myself to eat it.
I was becoming thinner each passing day, and I didn't want to be unhealthy or sick. So, as soon as I began to eat, I'd always close my eyes and imagine it was a huge burger and fries. It worked because I managed to eat all of it.
I had also created a type of schedule with my routine to do certain things. It was the only way I had found to keep the darkness away. The only way to keep my sanity. The truth was that being locked in this room, without knowing if it was morning, afternoon or evening, was slowly driving me insane. So I decided I had to make some kind of schedule that would keep me busy and entertained.
The first thing I tried not to do but was almost impossible was sleep. Every time I slept I was haunted by nightmares. I dreamt about being killed by this people, never returning home, being locked in this hell hole for the rest of my life...
Sometimes I even dreamt about Vince killing Isaac in the woods. However, in my dream, instead of Isaac it was me he was killing. In my dream, he left me on the ground looking at the sky with dead eyes, the cold smacking my body, the darkness as my only company. It was frightful and I would always end up having a panic attack every time that happened.
Yet, the worst of all weren't those nightmares, but the dreams about my family. They were definitely the worst because when I dreamt about them, it was like everything became more real, making it impossible to run from reality. They were also the worst because every time I saw them, it was impossible to make them go away, leaving me crying on the floor until the end of my tears.
But I couldn't lose hope. I had to be brave and stronger than I had ever been in my entire life. So every time that happened, I would always force myself to stop. I would repeat, over and over again in my head, that I would return home. That this was just an obstacle I had to face before everything went back like it used to be.
Nevertheless, I made my best not to sleep and tried to find other things, things I thought I would never do.
First of all, I would make exercise, which I always hated. But it helped me since my mind was focused on the effort of my body and not on the shadows around me. It was usually simple exercises, some push ups, squats and skipping since I couldn't run in this tight room. I would also play a game where I would make questions to myself. I would ask what was my name, how old I was, the name of all the members of my family, which was my favorite book, color, food, music...
That silly game had been my only way to never forget who I was. The only way to remind me of the real me. I would also think about Biology and the things I had learned in school and with life itself. It was a bit stupid, but thinking about those things prevented me from thinking about others.
Even so, I couldn't help myself from asking about the purpose of school. I had never questioned the importance of it before. I knew it was important and that it was our only way to become someone in life. But now, being here, closed in this room and far away from reality, I was starting to have doubts about it.
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