I Was Crazy Once They Locked Me In A Room 소설 & 이야기

"Don't fucking perfume me! A bigger crystal room is like a bigger fish tank to me. Do you think it would work?" "It seems to be useless. Well, in that case, let's keep everything the same." I was so angry that I punched the crystal door, "Are you fucking teasing me? How long are you going to fucking hold me captive? I'm going crazy! Do you know what crazy means? I'll keep screaming, I'll get violent, I'll hurt myself, I'll spit and pee everywhere! You better get me out of here! I'm dying of insanity!" Dylan curled his lip.

Amy The room that I have been locked up in is so strange. It has no windows, I think it is in the middle of the house. It is so freaking cold and the bed in the centre of the small room has no bedspreads. I know I am in no position to judge a small room because my bedroom is no bigger, but I feel suffocated in here. The men who brought me in here just dumped me on the bed and walked out. There never gave me a warning to not make any sounds. Maybe because they knew it was useless.

They bundled me out of the room without waiting for me to talk. "Let me go! You can't lock me up in the prison for nothing... Let me go," They keep dragging me along the veranda till they get to the front of a door, and they push it open. They drag me inside and push me behind the bar gate, locking it afterward. They both exit the room and close the main door, engulfing me in the dark room. "You have to let me out of here! Anyone there? I didn't do anything, you can't lock me up just like that..." I bang on the gate, but it seems like I'm only going to exhaust myself. They're gone already and can't even hear me speak.

Those damn tears were cascading down my cheeks again. I tried to open the door, trying to get one last look at that hallucination. As I tugged on the handle, the door didn't move. I mindlessly reached for the key to unlock the deadbolt, but my fingers were met with the cold empty nail in the wall. The key was gone and this time it wasn't my fault. I was locked in. Why was I locked in? Damn, Richard! Why would he do this? Why was I being treated like a caged animal?

I crossed my arms over my chest, determined to prove what I did was best for my mate. Nirvana hadn’t woke up, and I knew she would be terrified thinking she was held in some secret government facility. “Oh, Goddess. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I was in this very room twice. Califf locked me up.” “You didn’t wanna submit, baby, and the second time, you gave me the cold shoulder for weeks.”

Then, he turned to look at me. "You should count yourself lucky to be here" he said. I swallowed hard and stepped into the room. He didn't hesitate to shut the door and lock it up. The room was dark. If there was any window, I couldn't see it. My breathing quickened as my panic grew. I sat down in the corner of the room, bringing my knees to my chest. My wrists were sore. They felt swollen, but I couldn't take the chains off.

He said holding up my head. "Oh really? It's well!" I said walking away to my room. He followed me and stopped at the door of my room. I listened as his steps stopped and I didn't bother turning back to look at him. (Bang!) I heard my door shut and and the sound of the key lock clicking outside. Did he just locked me inside or locked himself inside with me? I thought to myself. Then I turned my head to look at the door and saw just myself inside. My heart beat increased. Now this is it! House arrest. What have I done to deserve all these. I just asked simple questions, now he have turned everything into a fight or what? Why was I getting punished and what am I getting punished over? I just c

“Oh, you know. The goody two shoes. Always getting As. Figures she’d disappoint Daddy with a B. A Daddy’s girl, you know? Gotta cross her T’s and dot her I’s. Hell, I bet you dot I’s with a little heart, don’t you sweetheart?” I stood up quickly. “Get out.” “Hold on, I’m almost done.” I strode toward him. “I said get out of my dorm room. Now.” I heard the doorknob turning and the guy in front of me lunged. For the door, that is. He slammed his shoulder against it, holding it closed as the person on the other end fought against it. Holy mackerel, I was trapped with a crazy man. A lanky, disheveled, crazy man with a bike.

I went to the door and turned the handle, ready to give Marvin a piece of my mind. The handle clicked uselessly. I turned it again. Still nothing. Fuck! “Will?” McKenzie asked, sitting up on her elbows with a grimace. “We’re locked in,” I said. “What?!” She sat up fully. “That motherfucker locked us in!” I repeated. I slammed my fist against the door. “Bran, you sonofabitch!” Carefully, she slid off the bed and came to my side. She reached out and tried the door handle herself.

He always had. Then I dashed my foot on the wall and that made me have a flashback, like it always happens whenever my fear got too loud. I was sixteen and full of life, when my dad locked me in that cold, dark room my father called “the correction room.” Tears streaming down my face, banging on the door. “Dad, please! Let me out! I’m scared!”