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The moment Michael opened his eyes, he knew he was in hell. How else would it explain that 1. He was back in his childhood bedroom, and 2. He was alive.
Okay, so my punishment is reliving those nightmares I had before I moved out.
He sat up, glancing around the room, it was different than he remembered, but that could be age, and it was light out.
Okay maybe that’s not my punishment, or maybe now it means that the torment is happening during the day and night.
He stood up stretching.
Okay, first things first, try and figure out what is going on.
He exited the bedroom, surprised to find that he could leave it, and turned into the bathroom, and glanced at the mirror. He looked about thirteen, which meant it was him before Evans birthday.
No, no, no! I can’t be back here!
Maybe that was his punishment to relive the horrible events of that year. Feeling like he was going to be sick, he emerged from the bathroom and stared at Fathers room.
Being back in the past means I’d have to see him again.
This would be the worst, seeing father again.
I don’t want to see him again, I can’t see him again.
He hesitated, before coming to a decision and turning back to the bedroom. He wasn’t going to stay in this house, he couldn’t stay in this house. He glanced guilty at Evan and Elizabeth’s room, he hated to leave them here, without him taking the brunt of fathers anger.
They won’t have to face it, they’re not here, it's only my father and me here.
Besides, he shouldn't go that far, he was trapped here after all. He hurried in his room, pulling on his clothes, and grabbing his backpack, stuffing us with as many clothes as he could, before tiptoeing downstairs into the kitchen. He kept his ears pricked, listening for any sign that his father would be awake, as he grabbed what food he could, and gave one last look at the house.
I don’t think I’m going to miss this place.
He would miss Evan, but he probably wouldn’t ever see Evan again, he was in a better place that Michael didn’t deserve. He turned around, leaving the house, hoping he wouldn’t come back, but knowing he probably would, it was his punishment.
Hell, if Father sees me again, he’ll probably beat me to death, he hates me enough too probably do it.
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“Michael, it's time to get up.”
William knocked on the door, frowning. His son usually didn’t sleep in this late, and it was almost time for his birthday.
He seemed so excited for it, I don’t want him to miss it.
He knocked again, getting no response he opened the door, finding Michael’s room was empty.
Huh he must be up already.
Still he wanted to make sure he was ready to go, so he started search for him, his panic rising as he searched the whole house three times and didn’t find Michael.