Chapter Six
A Coffin.
Izaya Orihara
Age: 4
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: Raven Black
Gender: Female
The moment Izaya's world went black, she stopped all movements. She even stopped breathing, if only for a moment.
It was fear of course, that's what was rushing through her body. A voice in her head was screaming, 'get out'. But she couldn't. The door was locked.
It was always locked. She was forced to stay inhere till her father deemed it time for her to get out. If she cried, she'd be in there longer.
She learned that a year ago.
It had been terrifying; and it still was.
Most people would close their eyes and count, to pass the time. Or to simply get their mind off of the current situation. Izaya had tried it once, but it didn't work. The more she counted the more she realized how long she really was in there. In this coffin..
It's dark.
Like a coffin.
It's small.
Like a coffin.
Izaya thought, her fists clenching at her chest. Here red eye's were wide with fear. If she moved, she could feel how close the walls were to her. There was a tight feeling in her chest. It got worse with every passing second. A lump in her throat causing it to go dry, she shivered. Her legs shaking underneath her. She would have collapse already, but if she did it would just make her space even smaller. At least to her it would. And she didn't want that.
She wanted her mom..
In town, Izaya had seen a child fall and scrape her knee. Her mother ran to her side and comforted the crying child. She kissed her daughters head and cleaned the wound and kissed it when she placed a band-aid on it.
Izaya wondered if that was how a mother was supposed to act. She also began wondering if her mother would ever come to her rescue. Maybe if she begged enough, or just did what she was told and did it perfectly. Made her proud.
But so far it wasn't working.
All her mother would do was watch. A blank expression. As if she didn't want to contribute to the 'punishing'. Her eyes said she wanted to help. But she never did.
But even though her mother did nothing, she still begged and cried for her mom. Just being in th same room with her comforted her. Even if just a little.
All she could do now was try and not think about how small this closet was. It seemed to be suffocating her, causing her breaths to be short and jagged.
Now that she was older and taller, the closet seemed to get smaller and smaller. Even now it was getting smaller. It was making Izaya's fears grow stronger. It was small enough that she could press the walls around her with her elbows.
It was dark enough that Izaya couldn't see her hands before her.
It was a scary thought.
Not being able to see, to move.
It was like.. Like a coffin.
No matter what I do, I end up in this closet.
Izaya trembled.
I'm gonna die in here. My parents don't care about me!
Izaya knew that if she made a noise she'd be in their longer. But it was getting too hard to start crying.
And she did.
But Izaya bit onto her bottom lip; holding back any cries that dared to leave her lips.
If only Izaya wasn't so scared, she would have noticed the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. She was making her lip bleed.
I'm gonna die in here.
End of chapter six
I updated this chapter! (as you can tell) It's longer and has more info on Izaya's thoughts on her mommy .w.
As before this is on Izaya being stuck in a closet and what Izaya felt while being in a small confined space. .w. It is what claustrophobic people really feel when they're in a small space. I know because I'm claustrophobic..
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Love,
Luka
