Chapter VIII: Entrap

Jennifer was back on the floor again to look at me face to face like earlier. For

some reason she started to poke my stomach with a pencil she found in the table.

            “Ow!, Jennifer that really hurt.”

            “But you can’t be human; a human is not an inch tall. You’re probably a mishap.”

            Oh my god, I thought that was pretty messed up what she said. I was about to yell

up at her until, my nightmare was becoming more of a reality. She lifted up my fragile

body with her finger and thumb, as she was walking with me dangling for dear life. As

we both entered the bathroom, she then dropped me inside a jar that looked like a fish

bowl. I basically fell down and landed on my ass which really, really hurt a lot. She then

stared at me in amusement, like I was some brand new toy she was obsessed with. This

isn’t like Jennifer to do this. I had to reach her some how, anything at all.

            “Jennifer, why did place me hear? I could have been hurt from that fall.”

            “How do I know if you can feel pain, you’re not human remember? Plus I needed

to put you somewhere, where I can keep an eye on my little creature.”

            “But, I am a human being what you’re doing is making me uncomfortable. Please

don’t this!”

            “What should I do with you? I’ll think about it later, goodnight.”

            Jennifer than turned off the light, with me stranded inside this jar like a lab rat. I

couldn’t believe it, she thought of me as a creature and not human because of diminutive

size I was really heart broken now. This was a nightmare coming true, just like the other

one I dreamt, except instead of drowning in laundry water, I was drowning in losing

touch to Jennifer. There had to be something I can do to convince her that I was human, I

was willing even to drop my pants and show my penis, if necessary if she’ll believe I was

human. But could any chance of love be possible, for her to believe me so? I still love her

with all my heart.

            That night, I cradled myself inside the jar. Just looking around was scarier than

the hall outside, but at least there, I was safe inside the newspaper tent, just dreaming

away what I thought Jennifer was going to do to me, instead of this ugly reality that is

happening like it was an eternity. For the fact that the entire bathroom was pitched black

and drips of water sounded with a bigger boom, I was scared as hell. I kept thinking to

myself, what does Jennifer have plan for me? Will there be any pain? Would she

remember me, by the next morning? Will she offer me a chance to convince myself? Was

there any hope at all? I already have been in many dead ends so far, but I still managed to

stay strong and keep hoping. Maybe by tomorrow or the next couple of days or so,

Jennifer will finally view me as who I am and not what she assumes. I needed to prepare

myself for the next coming days. Bring it on.