Horror

Trapped

This story is a little personal. It's a story about my life. It walks you through my life at the beginning and shows you how I felt.

May 14, 2024  |   4 min read

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Trapped... Feeling tapped. The feeling of being stuck not being able to breathe. Trapped. Not being able to escape the icy claws of Suffering. The immense pain of no freedom. Trapped like test mice. Being Used. The clawing Pain of the empty Lork room. Trapped. Not being able to go anywhere but 5ft in all four directions. There is An escape. But at maybe a door, a thick metal door. The thought of freedom drives me. But to no avail, the door stays shut. I'm going crazy because I hear the laughs of a man on the other side. Sounds familiar. But, that sound, it brings me back to reality. I'm trapped. With nowhere to go, I sit in the middle of this cold, dark room. Trapped. I start to panic. A chill goes down my back. That laugh. It's driving me insane. His laugh is like my father's laugh. It's evil. It hurts. As my eyes adjust to the dark I see around me. The walls. They have writings on them. The writing, it seems familiar. It looks as if it's my mothers . Was she trapped here too? I hear his laugh getting louder. Trapped. I know I'm trapped. But, it seems my mother broke free. My mother, I drifted off to sleep thinking of her. As I'm asleep, it is as though I can hear her voice. Like She is in the same room as me I couldn't make out what she was saying to me. The only thing I heard before i awoke was "Your father". Awake, laying in this room. Trapped. I remembered that I'm trapped. The door. The icy, cold metal door. The laugh, that evil laugh. It's all too much. I panic even more than before. It's cold, very cold. Dark, it's almost
so dark you can't see your own hand in front of your face. Trapped. It's as though I have been here for yours. This place, it's almost like home. As I look around again, I see what the looks like writings of my mother. Notes, she wrote down notes. It's about my father. As I read them I hear the laugh again. I go to the door. I can hear the laugh better. It's my fathers laugh. His evil laugh. He trapped here. But why? I thought he loved me. I thought he wanted nothing but the best for me. But yet here trapped in his little lock box. He must have done this to my mother. Trapped, as I listen to my father laugh I remind myself that I'm trapped. I need to find a way out. I'm tired, I need sleep. I lie down to sleep. It's cold, dark like a prison. Trapped. The feeling of dying here sets in. I can't sleep. I need to find a way out. I get up and I go to the walls. I started to read my mothers notes. She made it out, That's a relief. I keep reading. Soon his laugh comes back, but it's louder. It makes being in here even more unbearable. I Can't Stand it! I need to hurry, I try my best to read, Time, passes by. I can't focus with him laughing. It's as if he enjoys this. As if he likes that I'm suffering. I start to cry. It hurts. Being here. It hurts to breathe. I need out. Trapped. I need to find a way out. I read, cry, and sleep. But at what cost? I'm going insane. I can't do this anymore. Sleep, I need to sleep. As I lie down I
hear a new sound. It's not my father's laughter, it's also not the sound of my weeping. It's a loud sound, almost like metal moving. The door. I hurry to the door. It appears open. I rushed out. Freedom. Air. I look back at the door. I see the room in. which I was stuck in. I look around. 5 years. I've been in there for five years. I look around. I hear his laugh. I follow it. I meet the man who has trapped me. A door. A door that leads outside is just behind him. Our eyes meet. Anger floods my brain. I Scream and yell at him. I tell him everything I wish he never did or said. He looks at me and smiles. To him this is just a game. A game I'm done playing. I ignore him and walk by. The door is right in front of me, I open it. I'm free. I walk away from my father and his trap. In which he begs me to go back too. I refuse. I stay strong and keep walking. A light. I see a light. That light has my mother's voice. I started to run. Embrace. The light leaves. I look around. I'm in my mother's arms. Safe at home at last. I can finally rest without fear, without hesitation, without his laughter. Free. I'm free.

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Sallemi Islem

May 17, 2024

I love it ,keep going!

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Elizabeth Carley

May 17, 2024

Thank you! Ill definitely keep writing.

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