{"sf1_id":800242,"sf2_id":"keNLvW4n","title":"Isolation","author":"Nixinator2001","words":355,"posted_at":"2014-12-26T06:05:00.000Z","tags":["Real Life","embarassed","isolation"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/800242-isolation","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/keNLvW4n","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=800242\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"I got into a predicament with my sister and my dad about an hour ago. I needed to release some steam, so I recaptured it in a story about how I love retreating into the depths of isolation.","content":"I stand there, frozen. I don't take pity in what I've just done.\n\nIt's my family, sitting on the couch, laughing at me, that I take pity in.\n\nI was startled out of my mind and could have gotten seriously hurt.\n\nOut of all people, why does my family find humor in this?\n\n\"I'm so sorry! I promise I'm not laughing at you! It's just...\"\n\nYou think I don't see past that bullshit! Why are you still laughing?\n\nEmbarrased out of my mind, I release a short burst of vulgar hatred.\n\nI walk downstairs to my bedroom where I can find bliss in this daily hell.\n\nI step into my dimly lit room and sit down on my bed and pity myself.\n\nI fend off the strong urge to release tears. when I hear my dad coming down.\n\nI quickly eye for something I could throw at him as I yell a threat:\n\n\"Don't you dare take one step into my room!\" After some argument, he leaves.\n\nI start thinking about a rope in the corner of my room but I see otherwise.\n\nNext to me is my source of anxiety relief and family escape: my laptop.\n\nI turn it on, plug in my headset and my mouse, and turn off the lights in my room.\n\nThe ambience of the music I que up adds to the blue and green lights coming from my electronics\n\nNot knowing what elst to do, I do my favorite thing: write a story.\n\nThis is just an example of how I live most of my life: in dark, cold isolation.\n\nI become one of my own, not the family. And I love the feeling of loneliness.\n\nIt releases the boundaries of my household rules on me, and my brain can run free.\n\nI can enter a world where I can think or do practically whatever I want without judgement.\n\nI don't like when the family singles me out in the most pitiful ways, so I run.\n\nI run to the safety of my room. The freedom of self-inflicted solitary confinement.\n\nAnd I crave every second of it like Heroin.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}