What happened?


    Did the lights go out?


    Why it’s so dark and cold.


    I am scared.


    What is this place?


    Where am I?


    How did I reach here?


    “....”


    There isn’t even a speck of sound either.


    What the heck is this place?


    It’s very lonely.


    But at the same time I have a nostalgic feeling.


    Why do I feelvagueconnection with this room?


    This place reminds me of myself. Thisplace is where I belong.


    This similarity between me and this room is that loneliness is common between us.


    I feel like this is my home except it was not dark as this place tho.


    My home has the similar atmosphere.


    I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I lived in a huge mansion with several dozen of maids and butlers for my service just with a sound of my finger snaps. It seems very luxurious easy going life, but it wasn’t.


    My father went missing when I was 3-year-old and was never seen again. No one knows his whereabouts. So my mom stepped up his in his stead and took over his company. She raised me as a single mother but was never home. She was out of the country most of the time. Hence, I was raised by the maids and butlers.


    My mom used her money and fame to enroll me in a prestigious school but I never wanted to go in one. I never wanted to attend school at all.


    From kindergarten, I never had a friend.


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    No one wanted to be my friend, everyone avoided me because I have a scary face.


    My teeth are sharp as if it belonged to a carnivorous beast and my eyes were broad which made me look as if I was angry even tho I am not. This looks were passed on me by my mother. There was a rumor, people say that father ran away because my mom looked scary. My mom took it as a joke but I know how she feels when such arguments about her face were made.


    The same thing repeated with me.


    They looked me like if I was infected with disease. They thought I could eat people if they ever try to pester me.


    I tried to make a friendly conversation, but they just made an excuse and ran away.


    I read many books and researched about “how to interact with people”, “how to make friends”, etc books. But everything I do, resulted in a failure.


    “The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection.” -Thomas Paine.


    Yeah I believed it, a smile would solve everything. But it did no shit. Just worsen my condition.


    Every time I smile at people the more feared and distant they become. My smile was more like an evil grin which was never my intent. The smile backfired and then many weird rumors also started circulating about me.


    I amnamed Freddy, the baby eater.


    <div>I don’t know what just happened but, the sense of guilty overwhelmed me. I huged her back and cried.