My parents left me alone in this house for nine days.
Seven days are left. Seven nights.

I'm scared and couldn't sleep the past two nights.
I hear noises that I can't place.
I think that I see movements.
I feel my heart beat.
Boom, boom, boom.

It's alright, if the light is on.
If the sun shines and the birds sing.
While searching for something, I found the car keys.
But since I don't have my license yet,
I keep on driving up and down the drive way.
Everytime I am at the end, I want to keep on driving.
Just down the street.
Just to the supermarket.
Just to my friends house.
The fear is getting back into my system.
And I just keep on driving up and down.
Up and down.

After I have been cleaning all day,
listening intensive to a Stephen King audiobook,
I tried to calm down and sleep.
So I settled down to watch some TV.
And that's what I'm doing now.
Hearing the voices of people who have to eat pigs eyes,
so that they understand that they eat too much fat.
Because they are fat.
In the eyes of society.
And I begin to feel fat myself.
But at least not afraid.
At least not afraid.