The Door

3-25-01

4:28 P.M
Friday, March 25
2001

The hole in Elias' stomach grew and grew. The pain was unbearable. Elias had never felt such hunger. He found his fingers traveling to a place on his mattress where the fabric had ripped an the inside foam showed through. Elias didn't know how that happened, but het again, everything in his room was centuries old.

He hadn't heard anything about his parents in days. Maybe 'it' had gotten them already. Maybe they had fled the county without Elias in hopes to save their own skin. The boy didn't blame them. He'd do the same. There was no point in risking yourself to try and save a body that was already dead, right? Elias felt hi fingers pick at the exposed foam before tearing a chunk off. He brought the yellowish foam up and squished it between his fingers. The Hunger made him want to die more than he already did. Without another thought, he felt the way his arm brought his hand closer to his lips and the way his mouth parted open. He felt the foam touch his tongue before he took it in, chewing on the foam. His eyes seemd blank as he stared at the brown wooden door. He swallowed. And then began to pick some more off the mattress. He was hungry.

He came back last night, but only briefly. It was maybe midnight, a bit past, a bit early, I'm not sure. But it was dead dark when I heard scratching outside. And then the scratching turned into clicks and it melted into radio static. I was terrified at first of course. It was back. It had come back after those two days. But, then I was confused.

Why wasn't it screaming anymore? Why wasn't it shouting at me? Why was it's method of torture showing me white noise now? I'm not complaining... I am dimoly confused.

I haven't seen him ssince. I don't know If he's growing tired. Maybe he wants me to think that. Maybe he's sitting outside patiently for me to put the puzzle pieces together. I don't know.

Food is low. Extremely low. I may survive another week at most.

I have taken note it can produce static, scratching,  and voices. I wonder what else it can produce sound-wise.

Elias is nothing more than numb now. By now, he nearly can't feel the terror in his veins. He can't help but feel regret as well. Buckets and buckets of regret. Why hadn't he left when the need of these... 'Alternates' came up? His parents had brought it up, but he was nothing but a cranky teen back them, he didn't think about the danger, he had only complained about being separated from his friends. And now he was separated from everyone. Everything. He had no one. An he was Neary convinced he wouldn't see anyone ever again. He was done for. Nothing but prey in captivity for a predator that loved to toy with its food and see it become overwhelmed in fear before it attacked.