A year had passed by fast.

Logan had spent the whole time in the basement. He'd never been able to walk around the house, let alone outside. His mother said that he would be able to go out one day, if he finally got his button eyes. She'd always said it was family tradition, they were a giant privellage and that nobody else had them. Logan had just stayed in his chair in the corner of the basement.

But Logan, since he'd first declined and hated the fact he had to have them, was thrown downstairs into the basement. Daddy had said that once his 'bad behaviour' stopped he would be allowed out. Back into the house.

His parents eyes had freaked out other people so he was 'home schooled'. That's how it always had been. Now he couldn't remember anything else but the pale faces of his parents and the basement.

He was 16 today.
His mother would be back soon.
With those buttons.
His buttons.
His eyes.
And the needle and thread.

Those things had always given him nightmares. For as long as he could remember. Those cold, hard buttons staring back at him as his 'mother' used to talk to him. A fake imitation of a person. More like a broken doll.
No expression, just buttons. And a fake, plastered smile on her face.

She would be back soon.
It would be back soon.

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