David
"Mama?" I called as I rubbed my eyes. I was still in the dark, my eyes were still shut. I felt tired too tired. Like I've slept for an eternity.
I got up and made my way to the door still rubbing my eyes. I pulled on the handle but the door seem locked.
I stopped rubbing my eyes, I grip the handle with both arms and pulled on it with all my strength.
But nothing not even a click. "Mama!" I screamed. Then it hit me the door was dark brown while the doors at home were blue. The handle was old and worn.
And the room was wracked, it wasn't my room! I was not home!
"Mama! Mama! Let me out!" I screamed kicking the door. My eyes welled up with tears and I started sobbing.
Then I heard a faint click. The door cracked opened. I looked up expecting papa or Mama but none of them show up.
The tattoo guy!
"Where is papa?" I asked.
He looked at me with a frown, he had a cigarette in between his fingers, and it was burning.
