Who run the world? Beyonzo!

[i_eat_food]

A young boy was playing in the garage as he had done most of the time he was home alone, before his family got back from work. All of his favorite toys were there to keep him company, and he had locked himself in just to be safe. Hours had passed and it had grown dark outside, but still he played on. It wasn't until his bladder almost burst did he head outside. He unlocked the door, turned the knob and pulled, but it did not give. He tried again and again, confused as to why the door did not open. It felt as if something was keeping him in. The fear swept over him in an all too familiar icy chill, but this time he felt a strange urgency, as if his life was in danger. The room grew darker around him and he was now trapped and afraid. His play room, with a pull of the door knob, had become his nightmare. The boy punched and kicked with every fiber in his body, and while the door cracked and splintered it never gave way. The room grew to complete darkness. The boy's heart raced so fast he nearly fainted, but he continued to cry out and kick relentlessly. Suddenly the door swung open, knocking the boy to the ground; his hands bloody and shivering, tears streaming down his face, he slowly looked up to see a familiar face. He had awaken his sister, who was frightened herself by the noise outside. She had been unaware the boy had been in there the whole time. He darted straight past her and into his room. He turned on the light, locked the door and hid under his blanket. This was the only place he ever truly felt safe.... but are we ever really safe?

I dunno wtf this is. Yay!

Lissa <3
xo.