Chapter IV: Recommence

It was a pain I never felt in my entire life, I was lying on the floor holding my

arms against my stomach as if I was having a stomach ache or was about to vomit. It was

beginning to feel like an eternal hell, as I kept remembering those words that Jennifer and

Susan were exchanging this morning, “She’s having a boyfriend, she’s having a

boyfriend.” I couldn’t stand it anymore I just wanted to end my life right now, as far as I

know that I was going to be stuck forever as a 1 inch tall freak, who’ll never had an

opportunity to be loved by anybody at all. Of course, I did had a few girlfriends here and

there when I was a teenager, but it wasn’t the type of love feeling you felt in your gut.

            “What the hell should I do now?”, as my eyes start to dry off. I know that now,

Jennifer might have a boyfriend, was there a point for me to live at all, I mean I could go

public, be experimented on might give me a new feeling, plus I get the attention I wanted

sort of. But, I could never actually picture myself being placed in the cage, and always on

surveillance for 24/7. I then picked myself up and wiped my tears off; I’ve got to find

another girl who might help me. The only problem was that, the third floor was my only

prison, the apartment I was in only had stairs, and they are too high to climb and too deep

to jump. There was no elevator, obviously. And most of the people in the third floor

already are married, with only one family who actually had a child. Susan already had a

boyfriend and the family with a daughter who probably would help me was 13 year old,

Andrea Heatherton. It was disgusting feeling, what I felt towards the young girl the first

time I laid eyes on her when imagining what it would be like to be in her panties. I was

no pedophile, it was truly a disgusting act to what I viewed of people, and it wasn’t me to

be like this. But it was only until, since my second day of being shrunk did I saw Jennifer

moving in to the apartment.

            “No”, I said. There isn’t anything much I can do now. And as far as I know, I’m

stuck here in this floor unless I can actually hitch a ride by grabbing someone’s shoe lace

or hop on to a jean cuff, whichever. I’ve been living off breadcrumbs for the past weeks,

and this is how I will eventually live as, until the day I die, or if I can discovered whether

it’s being saved, tortured, or mistakenly been thrown away as a piece of trash. I just need

to keep holding on. I then, started to stand up straight like a marine and walk like I was

ready for a fight with my fists on both sides of my hips, with a strong grip and a

expression of fierce to enemies around me. I held my breath and let out a blow, and felt

the courage I never felt before, I was ready to face life again. But then, I heard something

downstairs, it was a familiar tone of crying. It sounded like Jennifer…, I quickly rushed

to the top end of the stairs and only took a peek to see that Jennifer was sitting at the

bottom of the stairs from the opposite I was at, only alone and sad.

            “What just happened”, I said to myself?