Starlight
I sat by myself - again - on the spotlessly white sofa and crammed another load of Oreos into my mouth. It didn't matter how much crap I ate anymore; I was never going to be released from this circular prison. I heard a grunt from outside and turned to see Gerard attempting to push open the heavy glass doors. He succeeded and ran towards me. After days of this torture, he did not realise that the protective shield my mother had cast around me would still propel him back towards those glass doors, sending him through them and causing him to run at lightening speed from my crazed father.
I wanted to laugh at the sight of my supposed boyfriend trying to outrun a vampire, but the seriousness of the situation was too overwhelming. Though pure hatred pulsed through my father's veins (of course figuratively - he's been dead for nearly 100 years…) he restrained himself from chasing Gerard past the driveway. All the same, Gerard continued to run into the forest, turning his head and looking to see if today would be the day my father decided to keep running.
I turned back to the documentary Esmé had put on for me. The stupid shield prevented me from using the remote and my sadistic grandmother knew that. I mean, the life of woodlouse? How many times can they fall onto their backs, legs flailing out helplessly, rocking back and forth on their pathetic little shells? I was reminded of the way I was trapped in my stupid bubble and started to kick out. I kicked my own hand and let out a yelp of pain. I started to cry and thought about everything that had happened in the last 4, best and worst, months of my life.
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