I'm trapped. All I can do is bang on my door hoping they let me out. My teddy bear always seems like their staring at me. My plushies just sit in the back of my room. My brother ripped off the head my fox plush and is now using it as a mask to scare me. He can't scare me. 5 days. 5 days until the party. That's when I can finally be let out. I sit on the bed and try to relax. But it doesn't calm me. I just get more stressed. My bear plush is staring at me. I'm going crazy. Im hearing words in my head. "Leave. You'll die soon." But I don't listen. It can't make me listen. If I try to leave, I'll probably die of a heart attack anyways from my brother. I lay down on the bed and sleep the stress away. But the thought of trying to leave still lingers over me. Should I? No... I shouldn't. I need to stay. I roll around trying to find a comfortable spot to sleep. But my bed feel rock solid. I can't get comfortable. But I soon do fall asleep. But I have a nightmare. A horrible ... HORRIBLE nightmare...
