The prompt was freedom, attic, cave.
This is my first half of the stuff I've written for it I'm sorry it isn't the best
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"Talk to me, that's all I ask. Start from the beginning or whatever you're comfortable talking about"
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"We found you in your attic, can you tell me about that at least? We're trying to do everything we can to help you"
My attic is my cave, my escape. My mother and father were out when I found the attic...I was looking through my closet when I found the door that lead there. It was completely empty other than cobwebs so I assumed my parents didn't know it was there...I mean they never even mentioned it. I now have lots of things I stole in there and hide...
"Yes, well, may I ask what you'd do in the attic?"
I would sleep in there sometimes...especially when dad was home. The unearthly noises my parents made when they fought were muffled by the attic floor and walls. I'd also carve pieces of wood I'd find.
"What all did you place in the attic?"
Pillows and blankets, books, some cards from friends, A few carving tools, food that I'd find, a small lamp, some stuff to hide behind, newspapers....normal things.
"When was the last time you saw your father?"
I'd say...about a week ago. Mom says he's with some slut named Jenna now.
"When was the last time you saw your mother?"
Just yesterday, she is usually only home at night.
"Will you tell me your name yet?"
...No...I...what's the point?
