Alexander Tudor
The walls around my room felt like they were slowly getting smaller and closer to me. It’s like being inside a trap room and you need to look around and find the key or solve the puzzle in order to get you out.
The only problem? My entire life was a trap and there was no “key” to get me out of this. The day I was born, a big responsibility was entrusted to me before I could even say my first words.
I let out a frustrated sigh as I let my body slump on my bed and looked up at my ceiling, but when all I wanted to do was stare at nothing; it proved to be rather impossible as paintings stared right back at me. Yet again another proof of how I can never be normal. Who needs million euro paintings on their ceiling?
“It’s not looking too good out there, chico.” I turned my
