The Room
I stand there, staring into the mirror back at myself. My vision is all blurry with tears filling my eyes moments away from pouring out. I choke it back down and hide it away. “Stay alive” I whisper to myself in the mirror. I look down and my clothes, it’s all dirty and covered in dry blood. My wounds are all infected and there are bruises all over my body.
“Are you almost done in there? Don’t make me have to come in” the man yelled to me through the door. “Yes I’m coming” I flush the toilet, take a deep breath and walk out the door to find the man standing there hovering over me. He reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, but nothing smelled worse than his basement. He wont tell me what’s down there he mainly keeps me locked in my room. When I’m not in the room he has constant eyes on me at all times and keeps my hands tied together so I can’t fight him or escape. I prefer being tied up outside of the room, whenever I’m in that bedroom nothing good ever comes out of it. That room is where he does horrible things to me.
