I was sitting there one day. Staring at the wall. That tasty looking wall. I wasn't about to take a piece out and get in trouble with my parents. No. I was more clever than that.

My addiction started off mild. I would cut a tiny piece of drywall out from behind the washer machine so nobody would notice. Day after day I would gorge my palate with that delicious, succulent drywall. Feeling the course edges slide down my throat while thinking only one thing.. More.

I had to find more. I NEEDED more. My addiction started to get out of hand. I was less cautious. I started sawing out pieces the size of softballs and gobbling it up like the scrumptious morsels they were. Like a thief in the night I would move. Tip toe tip toe

To the washer machine. Where my stash of drywall was slowly being carved and devoured in the midst of the silent night.

When the wall became empty. I.. became famished. I wasn't sure what to do. I hadn't eaten a single piece of drywall in days. I was going cold turkey. My skin would start to perspire and hands would shake with excitement at the mere presence of drywall. Was this what withdrawl felt like? I pondered...

I couldn't take it anymore. Even a glimpse at my bedroom walls would make my mouth water and lips quiver.

So I made a bold move.

I carefully, oh so carefully! pulled off my Halo Masterchief poster and started to saw away at that spectacular drywall. One... last... piece... I thought.

But I couldn't help myself.

Days later there was nothing there except a gaping hole where I had been dining on the delicious drywall that plagued my thoughts.

Of course the poster was covering the hole. I sound crazy I must admit! But I wasn't!.

I had to stop. If my father found out what I had done.. he would spank me senselessly again with that damned fish paper weight.

The bane of my existence. The very pinnacle of all things I considered evil.. was that fish paper weight.

One day, my father walks into my room looking for a reason to spank me. He stands there wielding that vibrant, celestial, object that I oh so despise.

I gulp.. he looks around. My room is neat. My clothes are put away..

But he thinks somethings wrong...

He sees what seems to be dust beneath my limited edition Halo Masterchief poster. He gets curious. He starts walking towards it slowly tapping that DAMNED FISH PAPER WEIGHT I START TO PANIC! HE REACHES FOR THE POSTER WHICH HIDES MY ADDICTIVE ATROCITIES! MY DRYWALL FEAST SEEMED SO FAR GONE AT THIS POINT!

I COULD HEAR THE POSTER CRINKLE AS HE PULLS THE TOP CORNER DOWN!!!I couldn't take it.

I tore down the hall into the darkness. Close behind me, I could hear my father yelling.

The corridor had several rooms along the left wall, so I picked one and silently dove in.

Into the cabinet I hid!

My father was looking for me...

"Son, come out I'm not gonna hurt you"

tap... tap... The sound of the fish paper weight hitting his palm and the floorboards creaking as he crept down the halls was haunting..

Tap... tap...

"Why don't you come on out now, theres ice cream in the freezer. What do ya say?

I heard a squeaking noise that was for sure the first door in the hall opening.

I panicked yet again.

He's gonna find me!!

I realized what I had done...

I was trapped againt a wall and the cabinet doors that led out to my crazed father.

And that's when it hit me!

My mad genius kicked in again!

I was against the thing I love in this world more than anything else!!

Drywall...

I figured I could munch a hole in the wall and slip through it before he even noticed I was gone.

I started clawing at the wall pulling out chunks of that paradise.

In my ignorant feasting bliss. I had completely forgot what I was even eating the delectable drywall for.

"Son, you should really come out, NOW I'm starting to get angry"

His voice lingered in the air like a poison gas.

He was laughing like a maniac Almost like he thought this was a game.

Closer than all the other times.. I heard his voice..

"son?"

It stayed silent for what felt like hours, he must've been standing right there. Right there, in the hall, waiting for even the slightest noise..

I kept eating the drywall.

I couldn't help myself!

Tap tap...

The noises were getting CLOSER

TAP TAP

IF I WERE TO ESCAPE I'D NEED TO FINISH NOW!!

Creakk THE DOOR SWUNG OPEN...

"Son?"

I stay still...

Tap... tap.... tap...

He was only feet away.

But the hole was big enough to crawl through!!!

I started squeezing through the hole but at the same time I heard my father lunge for the cabinets

"YOU CAN'T LEAVE BOY!!"

HE GRABBED THE CABINET AND FLUNG THE DOORS OPEN!!

THERE I WAS!!! Hahaha!

I WAS ALMOST ALL THE WAY THROUGH!!

HE GRABBED MY ANKLES! THE ONLY THING HOLDING ME FROM FREEDOM!!

I SMELLED THE SWEET OUTDOORS AND COULD MAKE OUT THE SOUND OF CRICKETS CHIRPING!!

MY FATHER HELD THE FISH PAPER WEIGHT HIGH!

SMASH!

MY ANKLE WAS CRUSHED UNDER THE SHEER FORCE OF THE FISH, AND HE CONTINUED LAUGHING LIKE A MADMAN!!?

WITH ALL MY STRENGTH I TRIED TO SHAKE HIM OFF BUT THE PAIN OF MY ANKLE WAS SURREAL!

WITH ONE LAST DITCH EFFOR I YANKED MY ANKLE AWAY AND I SLIPPED OUT ONTO THE SOFT GRASS!

I layed back panting...

I still don't know why to this day... but I started laughing harder than I ever had seeing my triumph.

I look around and it was nice outside that night..

I look back at the hole and I see the wall that had my carved out by my appetite and my father, who appeared to have glowing red eyes...

"Now you get back here right now boy..."

I ran off into the darkness and when I turned around my father was no longer there..

I ran away from home that night...

I sometimes dream about that haunted house.

That fish paper weight that stole so many days of sleep.

But I never looked back.

The town I went to was small. I found a loving foster family and made some friends.

One day I'm coming back from one of my friends house a little bit late at night.

I see an unfamiliar car creep by my house.

I thought nothing of it.

I headed inside and I climbed into bed

When I started to fall asleep when something caught my eye..

Something new was sitting on my dresser...

I sit up,stare at it, and squint to get a better look.

All I could make out was a silhouette..

Was that what I thought it was?!?

When my eyes adjusted the breath in my lungs was swept out..

My eyes opened wider than they had ever opened before.

I sat there frozen in fear.

On my dresser..

Was the fish paper weight..