After Unlocked::Sokeefe

Keefe

I frantically searched the kitchen for something while no one was home.

Aha!

I brought it up to the treehouse, where I took the knife to my arm, and sliced down.

Red, oozy liquid fell from the wound, staining the floor.

It felt good.

Too good.

I let in a shaky breath as I bandaged my wound.

I knew what Foster would say, but still.

I didn't know what was happening to me.

Time skip to a day later

I looked at the ceiling as I counted the days I had been stuck in here.

1

2

3

4

5

6

7

8

9....

Yah. 9. Whole. Days.

In. A . Treehouse.

I gotta leave soon.

I groaned and turned on my side as I began my daily routine.

eat.

sulk.

sigh.

write.

eat.

sulk.

sigh.

eat.

sulk.

sleep.

Repeat.