Chapter 3: The tunnel
I was trembling. It was cold and wet in this mysterious tunnel. "Why did she react that way? I should have never come back! Everyone is so nice and accepting, right? WRONG! Tell the truth and it will all be okay… LIES! I tell the truth and what does she do? Oh, I remember she whacked me with a shovel! Oh and don't forget those obscure words! 'Oh no not another one' what is that supposed to mean?" I screamed into the dark tunnel.
My body was so cold I could not feel anything. I was wet and wanted to be 3 again. That was never going to happen. That stupid man killed my parents. The thought hit me like a speeding train… I was truly an orphan. I had no family or friends. I was trash on the sidewalk. My life would be changed forever.
Kelly was a sweet girl but I would not call her my friend because she would never come to see me again. I didn't know what to do. I had never got any childhood to remember either. All I remember was watching my mom as she was being eaten alive. I don't remember my dad but I remember my dad's scream and the left over blood and bones when we left. I never told my story.
I wanted out of this place so I started to run around looking for an exit. I screamed, "HELP! HELP ME! I AM TRAPPED! HEL…" I could not believe myself. If someone came to help me, they would need the true help. I deserved to die… if I could. My life was over. I fell to my knees and let the tears flow down. I was determined to find a way out of here without help or kill myself. I started running. I saw the same thing everywhere… dark, cold, wet cellar.
I sat down at a cold corner in the endless corner and started thinking about my life. My life was so messed up. I had no childhood. No stupid mistakes. No boy problems. No kid scabs. No grandma's cookies. No tedious schoolwork. No pointless fights with my friends or family. No Christmas gifts or lies. No Thanksgiving. Now I have nothing to be thankful for. My life will crumble and I will eventually die down in this dark place. I looked at my arm and shivered as I cuddled with myself. How could this happen to me? What did I do? How do I get out?
I realized one thing. I was smart. I had never gone to school and I knew an amazing amount of stuff. I was a walking, talking, spitting image of a dictionary, thesaurus, science textbook, historian, and writer. I was what every kid wanted to be…Smart. They wanted to skip school, get rid of their family, not have drama. I was everything and I hated it. I wanted to be normal. Why did it have to be me?
All I wanted to do was to die. I had to die. I wanted a knife or a rope but all I had were two pieces of ragged, small clothing. I had to think of a way to die. I tried to bite my skin open at my thigh artery, but my diamond like, transparent skin did not allow it. I tried to scratch my throat open but my nails were not sharp enough. They looked razor sharp and I felt their power but it was not enough. I got up and looked around, the corner. It looked sharper than my nails. I scratched my nail up against it and my nail broke off. This corner was my key! I prepared myself for the damage about to be done. I slammed my forehead against the corner and blacked out.