The alarm sounds off by half past ten, locking the boy inside his head in his own room. The sounds of outside pulls and plucks at his heartstrings, reminding what was once his, yet is now not. All he can do is revel in what has and had been inside in his own imaginarium.
It's midnight and the only exit he has is the internet and black keys of his laptop. But what he craves is not the artificial, but the breath of the fresh night air and the laughter and warmth of company, not this silent cussing going on between himself and house.
It's two. He wanders the house in a desperate bid to get out, but the padlock is locked on tight with the the alarm rigged to go at the slightest touch. The chance to just sit on the porch, enjoy the night on the patio with a hot cup of tea is so close yet so far. the room next to the alarm slumbers, blocking off all possible chance of escape and relief.
It's four. the day is coming. he will fall asleep for now. But when the night comes, he will be alone yet again. It has always been this way.
Hopefully not for any longer.
hopefully not.
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