"In the highest parts of this house, there's a tiny room way in the back

But no one ever goes there, and nobody bothers to ask

What lies behind the closed door? It's a lonely world of emptiness

Save for a fragile little girl, who dreams of happiness"

(Y/n) P.O.V

I dragged my feet along the cold hard concrete. The path home only seeming to get longer and longer with each step, each second I took. i looked around me, people rushing around to make it to work and children heading to school for the day.

I closed my eyes and thought of my home. The place that was like no other...

Home... Oh how I adore that place, in fact, I adore it above everything else! Family, school, life- that all comes after home.

Home is the one place I truly belong.

I stared at my feet, slowly inching their way.

Left,
Right,
Left,
Right.

The same cycle.

Usually I'd be walking TO school at a time like this- instead, I was walking AWAY.

Honestly I didn't care about school at the moment, let alone my parents. They were the ones who put me in the predicament I am in. They could all wait now, i didn't care, they were overrated anyways.

I continued to walk down the silent road, turning left at an intersection and heading down my street. The same street i spent walking up and down my entire life. There was ever only one reason i walked up and down this street and it was always to go to school. Today was going to be different.

I just needed one day to recollect myself. That's all I was asking for. Just one day.

I pulled out the spare house key and inserted it into the lock. Slowly, I turned the key and pushed open the front door, closing it behind me and dumping everything in my room, like i usually did after school. The house was empty- i was used to it however. Both parents were busy at work and wouldn't be back till late- they wont notice if i skip school, i bet they wouldn't even notice my absence.

By now, the playground would be alive with children chatting to friends and teachers chatting to parents. The entire school would be alive! And there would be the wonderful shade for people to sit under. The shade usually was there for the gossip girls although i bet everyone would try to squeeze under there in this boiling heat.

A little further into the school would be MY favourite spot. No one ever goes where I go... It's said that only the misfits go there. But that's okay if it means isolating myself then i'm good, I've learnt my lesson from hanging around people.

It's a quiet area, not to far away from the cheerful sounds of the children. You could hear the busy traffic from this place and above all- study. It's a really well hidden area that is thought to be chained up with a giant golden padlock.

Oh boy are they wrong.

Every lunch, I go to that place to be alone. It may seem sad but I've been doing this ever since i stepped in this school- just to give you an idea of how long that is, i'm already in grade 12!

Years ago, when first arriving to that school, I never really fit in. While other kids played with toys- I would study, while children celebrated birthday parties- I would lock myself in my room and study.Even when it came to my own birthday- no one would even come to celebrate so there really wasn't a point however.

Eventually I heard about the misfit hideout. It was a large and spacious area underneath the school.

The only entrance was through a measly gate with a lock. Although breaking in was simple enough- over the years the lock had rusted so, with a bit of shaking and banging, I broke it off, just like that. Then it was ope once more.

So that's where I sit all the time.

In result- I have no friends.

Everyone called me a freak for never being social or a nerd for studying so much.

No one bothers to give me the chance.

But I've finally snapped.

That's why I'm not going to school.

I don't like it anymore- studying can only take so much off your mind, now, all I CAN think about is... Well, my issues. Why would my parents care? I've told them the times people call me a freak but they tell me to "Toughen up princess". I doubt they'd care if i was being bullied at school. It's quite sad you know... everywhere i go i see parents and their families. And they smile... they aren't sad- they are happy and spending time with each other, something i so desperately wish would happen.

Same things with friends.

Being alone everyday hurts you know?  While you wait for the bus, look left and right and you see a group of friends. They are chatting about their day and the crappy teachers they had for that day. Then they go over the bad stuff and they comfort each other... No one would comfort me, there was no one to tell me happy moments to either...

Sitting on the bus and I notice the loud chatter among the passengers. probably talking about a new job promotion or latest Justin Beiber song... i would love to join but i can't... i'm the freak.

The way to and from school, laughter is in the air... but never around me, i walk alone all the time. The kids on my street keep away from me purposefully.

Everywhere I go I see FRIENDS. I see people IGNORING me. I see them leaving me all alone.

And I've just about had enough of this.

I don't like it- it was as if I were a ghost. Nothing I said nor did would gain their attention. I only wanted ONE friend... but i never even got that.

So now I won't listen to them.

You could say this alone issue has gotten the best of me- and you're absolutely right! But I can't help and feel like this is MY fault. i know it isn't... i know the are the ones to blame but deep down... it's MY fault... and those two words continue to repeat, over and over again in my head.

I feel... I feel... I feel depressed.

To the point where school isn't even in my routine anymore.

To the point of sneaking home.

Lying to every adult I know.

Hiding from everyone...

To the point of ruining my ENTIRE life. There is no turning back now- what's done is done.

All I feel like doing is hiding... Somewhere where they will never find me.

Somewhere where my body can go rot...

If being alone means feeling like this... What's the point in living?

I sighed and slowly stumbled to the living room. Every step was slower than the last. I won't lie- i wish things had been different. Happiness is more of a dream than an emotion... It's become so rare i dream of feeling it...

If there was one thing I was good at, it would be hiding from everyone... No one seems to even acknowledge my presence anyways so really, what was hiding gonna do? I doubt My parents would even bother to worry.

I froze in front of the couch, looking above to see a small button in the ceiling. i knew very well what i was doing, i have known now for many months, planing my actions. I jumped upon the squishy couch and hit it, waiting for the staircase to lower.

I was actually doing this... I wasn't going to leave this room, ever. I was going to stay in there. No one would miss me anyways... I was always alone.

i stared up the dusty stairs and into the room above, it was well lit from the natural light and seemed quite old, nonetheless, i wasn't scared, i had other things in my mind...

This was it...

My final hiding place where I could be me... no one else would mater, nor what would happen in the future...

I ascended the stairs slowly and pressed another button, causing the stairs to fold up once more. I was shut inside...With the doorway sealed, i was truly alone.

For once and for all...

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