Section 4
"My parents wouldn't do anything like that." I whispered. "Not to a child." For some reason part of me believed him, but the other part didn't. Now that I thought about it, my parents were a little mysterious. It always felt like they where hiding something from me. I always ignored that feeling because they never kept secrets from me. Or at least I thought so. I kept telling myself "It's not true. It's not true. Don't believe him he's a psycho." I closed my eyes and took a deep a breath. When I opened my eyes Dexter was gone. I tried looking around but the chains around me made it difficult to. I gave up and my eyes started to shut. I was so tired. I tried so hard not to fall asleep. Then I gave up again and fell asleep.
I woke up in another room. I wasn't in a chair or tied up in the old rusty chains. I looked around to see where I was. It looked like an ordinary room that would be in a house. I got up so I could see more. I saw a light coming from a wall. It looked like something was blocking it. I walked to the light. It looked like curtains where covering a window. I grabbed the curtains from each side and moved the curtains to the side. I squinted because the light went into my eyes. I turned around and it was an ordinary apartment. "Why would he bring me here?" I said in my head. I turned back at the window. I remembered everything that happened last night. How my dog died, how I was locked in chains, and I figured out my parents made a child an orphan. "What could possibly happen next." I thought, "Well anything can happen."
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