Day 8

Day one: I woke up with a scream. That stupid nightmare again. The one where I was locked up in my room and couldn't get out. Getting panic attacks and eventually went crazy.

I got out of my bed and walked towards the door and tried to switch the keys. The keys didn't move. I attempted to switch them a couple of times more but they wouldn't move.
'Great' I thought. 'I'm stuck here.'

Day two: After spending the whole day screaming my throat sore I decided to go back to my bed early and sleep. When I woke up this morning the key still didn't do its job. With nothing else to do I decided to write and draw to kill my time. Waiting for someone to save me of for my keys to finally budge.

Day three: Still stuck in this room. Didn't do much this day. Hang on my couch and watch some telly. There was a movie on it, about a girl who was stuck in a room and had to saw of her own foot to get out. Guess it was the movie Saw.

Day four: It smells in here. Like someone was stuck in here and couldn't get out. Guess that's about right. Wrote a mindless story about a cow who exploded when he saw the love of his life. Yes, it was a sad story.

Day five: Just realized that what was happening, was just like my dream. Minus the panic attacks. I stayed surprisingly calm.
Read a book today, about a girl stuck in her own world and didn't know how to get out until she used her telekinesis ability. Yeah, it was the book Carrie by Stephen King.

Day six: Thought I felt the keys move, but they didn't. Slightly going crazy right now. It feels like the walls are hugging me and that's not a nice feeling. To escape from there touch, I decide to redecorate my room. It's still the same as it was before.

Day seven: The keys still wouldn't work. Almost saw of my foot, but I figured I wasn't in the movie Saw. I put all my books on alphabetical order. I have way too many books for this small room. Went to bed early.

Day eight: It was the wrong key.