This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author's (strandedblue) imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or actual people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
" Eat up kids, before it gets too cold," the man said, as he gestured with his fork cheerfully.
I looked to my left, a same-aged boy, he started to eat and the man patted him on his short brown hair.
'No, don't eat that' the little voice in my head said, I decided to ignore it since it will make the woman sad.
I start to eat the food on my plate, I feel eyes on me as I eat.
" It's good right?" The woman asked with curiosity, I nod in response.
My stomach starts to hurt after a couple of bites, I put down the fork and drink the water in front of me.
Warmth spreads through my body as my sight becomes blurry.
As my eyes close and open my surroundings changes to a basement, panic hits me as I hear footsteps coming closer. I open the door beside the steps and run as fast as my small legs can.
Cold sensations travel from my feet to the rest of my body, bringing me back to reality.
Heavy breathing and cold sweat remind me that it was a nightmare, a nightmare I had for years. I hug my arms around me, protecting myself from the cold breeze. I had slept and walked outside as expected.
" Damn, now I have to get another lock added,"