The door swings open without a sound, displaying a properly homey (if not meager) little room. It’s looks lived in; it has a personality and the garbage on that little table doesn’t really smell so bad. And is that… snoring? Continue reading
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Bean slips carefully from beneath his tangled and twisted covers and crawls to the end of his bed, head ducked low as his feet search for the first rung of the ladder in the dark. He hasn’t slept well since his birthday, the space between his mattress and the ceiling seemed to have shrunk, and in his restless hours he feels increasingly confined. In the mornings, if he has managed to get some sleep, more often than not he forgets to be careful and smacks his head off of the white plaster, what a way to start your day!
Tears slipped unbidden over Amaya’s cheeks; loneliness overwhelmed her heart. As a child, she had pretended that her captivity was temporary. That tomorrow, or the next day, They would set her free into the fresh air. With older eyes, she couldn’t remain blind to the truth. The truth that she was probably in here forever or until some end-event that she absolutely could not predict.
“Mommy!” The young girl screamed as the door slammed shut behind her. Her voice was hoarse and her eyes had long since run out of tears to cry. She didn’t look around the room she was in, just focused on the heavy door and began to alternate pounding her small fists against the unyielding metal and jiggling the equally stubborn doorknob. Locked. “I want my Daddy! I want to go home! Let me out! LET ME OUT!!”
It feels like less than five minutes before Lee’s wall is complete. A seemingly endless, featureless barrier locks the Clarke family in while keeping the rest of the world at bay.
He surveys the family he’s just come to know with a heavy heart. They only met a couple of hours ago but he’s seen them at their most vulnerable, clinging to one another and trying to stay strong as they tell, and retell, the details of how their youngest son went missing. Kidnapped.
“We did good didn’t we, babe?”
The sun is barely above the horizon and already sounds of bowls clanking together and the delightful scents of baking are wafting through the house.