My mom and dad give me everything I ask for.
Delicious food, toys, clothes.
Love.
That is, under one condition.
To never open the basement door.
I often find myself drawn to it.
Wondering what would happen if I opened it.
I had tried once.
One single time when I was young.
My parents punished me.
I could never forget the sight of blood flowing down my skin.
I never dared again.
But today, my parents aren't home.
They went outside, to buy some bottles of my medication.
It's a strange medicine that makes me feel sick...but they say it's just for my own good.
I walked up to the basement door, and broke open the lock.
I peeked outside and smiled.
For the first time in my life, I had walked out of the basement and felt the sun on my skin.