The Offering Garden

My Pumpkin

The cellar was a dark cramped room in the basement. The amount of kids would completely cover the fact she's gone. Knowing the feelings she felt, Silana knew she was alone. No one was going to save or care for her. It stood out to her how much hate revolved around her. How many secrets were kept about this home, this facility. All these thoughts overcrowded her and she finally let out a single tear. Silana sat there until she finally saw a light seek through a crevice up the staircase.
The girl crawled to the staircase unable to use her legs and looked at the mysterious figure at the top of the staircase.
"Father." She managed to say squinting her eyes in disgust.
"Silana." Her father responded walking down the stairs."Why do you never listen? Why do you make me do this?," he asked sternly grabbing for the dagger on the floor of the last step. "Any wrong move and your done."
She slid her body over and over again while her father was drawing closer to her. Bash. Bang. Her father kicked her over and took the dagger to her cheek. Silana's blue eyes widened to where they seemed like they were going to burst.
"NO!!!"Silana shrieked. She started sobbing. "Please no. Please!" She pleaded.
"Your my pumpkin. My little vegetable that I'm going to carve up in a second." Silana's father whispered in her ear. "Liar" Her father read aloud while carving. "Y'know why I wrote that? Because you lied, just like you always do every week, every day. I tracked you Silana. You were at Genusia St. earlier today after school. You said you were with a 1 mile distance. Genusia St. is 2 miles away brat," her father said kicking her once more. "Cover that up and go to sleep."
Silana's father marched up the stairs and exited out of the cellar. Silana crawled toward the table and laid underneath it. Before she knew it, she was drifting off to sleep.
THE NEXT MORNING
"Get up" Silana's father roared in her ear.
"I'm up,"she yelled in her father's face.
" Don't yell at me!" Her father scolded smacking her cheek. Silana yelped because that was her recently damaged cheek and looked down.
"No look at me." Her father said reaching his hand out to touch her face. Smack. Silana smacked her fathers hand and crawled to the stairs.
Silana pulled herself up with the railing and pulled herself up the stairs. She limped out the open door and went for the front door. Despite all the children staring at her and the exposed wound on her cheek, she brushed it off and went for the front door.
The light beamed on her and the remaining indoors. Silana through herself out the door and ran to the nearest home just to remember her house was in a deserted field.
She limped toward the tree beside her and crouched down. Silana ripped a part of her sleeve and rapped it around her head to cover the wound. After re-energizing she took off to her school yard. There she could find help and finally escape the prison that keeps her. Silana began limping toward her nearby school and came across a boy. She didn't know this boy or why he was at school on a Saturday.
"Help me! I need help!" Silana called out.