//------------------------------// // Data Log.#1. // Story: This Old House // by Undyne Devotion //------------------------------// They could see it, the filth on display… The black and white screen of the camera watched the young girl inside the bedroom alone, she sat at the nearby study table around three in the morning and never budged. The sun was filling the room with light of a new day, basking her in its warmth around seven in the morning. Slumped over in a crooked position, eyes blankly gazing down to the wooden frame below her. The door to her room swinging open gently, her gaze lifting up to watch it in silence wearing week old clothing. The door simply easing back to the closed status after a few minutes, the young girl opening the drawer to her desk and searching inside. Removing a large pair of metal scissors from within, opening them wide with a razor sharp slice through the air. The world would tremble when I walked, the world would grow louder when I talked.... The camera screen switched to the steam filled shower at seven-thirty, the young girl drenched in scalding hot water. Never flinching as the view was being covered by steam, the girl tracing a delicate hand down the side of the shower wall in deep thought. A new set of oversized clothes set upon the sink counter, a wool beige sweater, a grey skirt stretching beyond the knee and no accessories. Eyes would follow as I burn, mocking laughter makes me yearn… By nine the girl was inside her room again, dressed in clothes twice her size. Eyes gazing through a scrapbook of many pictures, a large plate of toast, bacon and eggs pushed off to the top corner of her desk. Her violet eyes gazed to a group photo of a small fashion show, lifting up a large black marker she X’d out a young girl to the far corner. Quickly drawing stars around a female with flowing violet hair and flawless white skin, flipping then to a photo of a bake sale. Drawing black X’s across nobody in the background, drawing stars around a large pink cake that seemed to be carried in by someone hidden in the back. Flipping the page to a photo of nothing special, lifting up the pair of scissors from her side and soon shredding the page to pieces. You let me know, so just let me go.... Seven P.M the lights are out over the whole house, the young woman slowly enters the kitchen her hair a wild mess. Walking in a daze she positions herself in front of the fridge, slumped over in the darkness staring blankly. The light flashes on suddenly her head flicking to the doorway in surprise, the fridge door creaking open slowly before her. She shakes her head in a negative fashion, hand clutching the door and slamming it. The fridge door softly opening up again, the girl backing up with a look of horror. Quickly dashing to the door and slamming it as hard as she can, items atop the fridge crashing down upon the floor before she darts off. The fridge door ajar and creaking open as the lights flicker off, pale light enters the room for a few minutes. The black and white screen flickering on and off, a pale crooked hand extending from within the fridge clutching the side of the door and clicking it shut.