i sat in the corner of that cold basement, alone, i was never getting out, i knew that, but for some reason every time that man came down i felt hope, stupid dumb hope that he'd for some reason let me out. he never did though. so i started thinking of ways to escape, i tried the window but i was too short to reach it, and even if i did there's no way i'd be able to remove that fence.

but that was all until that man left the door open. and of course my dumb self had to think it was an accident, i just had to go upstairs.

and when i reached the top, there he was, sitting shirtless in a chair with a frowning mask on, and that fucking belt in his hand.

"naughty boy," he said, he sounded angry, so i began turning around until he grabbed me and threw me across the room. it hurt real bad, but it was nothing compared to what i had coming.

"i didnt say you could leave," he spat out angrily and then he hit me. he beat me with that belt until i passed out. and the next thing i knew i was laying in that stupid mattress in that goddamn basement again.

"FUCK!" i screamed, but it hurt. i guess he must've hit my neck.

but that all happened 4 days ago. he hasnt fed me since, something about teaching me a lesson. he still comes down here though, he doesnt do or say anything, just sits there looking at me–whatching me.

i dont know what hes planning to do with me, but whatever it is, it cant be good. i just know i dont have much time left, ive been here for almost two weeks–the worst two weeks of my life–and the things this man has done to me are so disgusting and humiliating it makes me want to throw up just thinking about it.

its gotten to the point that every time those lights come on and he comes down here, i hope he has a knife, that he's finally decided to end my suffering. ive stopped begging to be released, i just beg for death now, death seems like the only thing that could release me from this madman.

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i stared at the broken glass bottle on the floor, i picked up one of the bigger pieces and just stared at it.

youre not getting out of here. hes gonna kill you and its gonna hurt. this is the only way

the more i thought about it the more it made sense,

this is the only way you're getting out of here

so i brought the glass to my arm, i took a deep breath and cut. it stung a little bit but it wasnt that bad. so i did the other arm. then i went up to the wall on the far right and carved in

"zach was here" with that same piece of glass. and then i was done, and now all i had left to do was to just lay down on that mattress and die.

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i came to my senses about 6 months ago, im dead, i know that much, i cant remember my name, or how i got here, i dont even remember my family, the only things i remember are the things he did to me, i wish i could forget that but i cant. i can also remember faces, nameless faces of people i knew, people who didnt come looking for me, people who i'll never see again.

i couldve left, i couldve gone wherever i was supposed to, but i couldnt. what if that man took someone else, i couldnt just leave them, i needed to help them somehow. so i stayed, and now theres 4 other kids trapped in here with me, were all dead, we dont know our names, and we couldn't help anyone.

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↳ sorry for another shorter chapter but i promise theyll get longer!! but anyways, chapter 1, this chapter and the next are all in the past so thats why its in italic lol. but yeah thanks for reading