Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

The next morning I woke up hearing a key in the door, jumping out of the bed and standing next to it like I was in the army. Waiting for her to scold me because I forgot to polish my shoes this morning."Get up! Today is another basement day. Come on." She ordered impatiently, clapping her hands. "Hurry up, I don't have all day." She rolled her eyes and leaned against the door frame. "I'll get straight to it." I nodded and jogged to the closet grabbing a random t-shirt and went down to the basement. My mother following close behind. I walked down the creaky old steps and down the narrow path I created for moving around. She closed and locked the door. I changed shirts and threw the one I was wearing on the bottom step. Hoping I remembered to take it with me when I left. I started by some old boxes that were full of old candles and oil lamps. I took them out, polished and dusted them off and placed them back in the box, then put the box on the lights and fire pile. I continued to do that with the other boxes. As I was busy sorting and rearranging the different cartons I saw some light shining behind one of them and moved it out of the way. I found a surprisingly small window, I wondered how I missed it all these years. I couldn't reach it, for it was quite high up so I stood on a random box and stared out watching all the cars float by. Grass was covering the corners and bottom of the window. I was so fascinated by the outside that I didn't hear the door unlock and open. "GET AWAY FROM THAT DAMN WINDOW!" My Mother shouted at me and I fell off the box. I quickly recovered and pushed past the containers. I grabbed the t-shirt and ran up the stars."I'm sorry I didn't mean to!" I said and she slapped me. "Why don't you ever listen? Go upstairs to your room now!" she was furious, her face was red and I swore I could see smoke coming out of her head."Yes, Mother." I said with my head down and quickly ran up to my room. 'What is so bad about the outside world that makes it 'illegal' for me to go outside? What did I do wrong for my life to be this way? Did I kill someone as a baby? Why does my Mother hate me so much? Whatever I did, I didn't mean to! Or maybe I did, I guess I'll never know, and I was too scared to ask her for she might crack again.She burst into the room and I stood still. "What the hell were you doing looking out of that window?" I felt like crying. She was a ticking bomb and it felt like was now was the time for her to explode."I'm sorry, I saw light and wanted to see what it was." She rubbed her temples. Making circles and closing her eyes. Then she lifted her hand and pointed toward me."You are not to see the outside world EVER EVER EVER! Never are you going outside, not even after you die in this bloody house!" her voice was hoarse after all the shouting and the tears were so close from pouring out of my eyes."Understood Mother." I said softly but loud enough for her to hear. She scrunched her nose and slammed the door behind her.You are not to see the outside world ever, not even after you die.Were the words that stuck to me from the moment I heard it...I woke up to footsteps on the creaking wooden floor from the story below. The sounds grew softer after all the groans of heavy lifting, it sounded like they were heading to the basement, what was my Mother doing this time? Whatever it was, it couldn't be good. I heard my Mother's voice saying thank you to whoever was here, and the front door closing. A couple of minutes later I heard a key in the door and I stood up. "You can go do your job in the basement tomorrow. But for the rest of the day, you're staying in your room! Here." She said and threw me a piece of bread. "Yes Mother." I said and she locked me in again. I sighed and closed my eyes. I thought it would be a great idea to use this time to start and plan a 'Runaway Scheme'. I really want to do it, but what if I got caught? Where would I run to? I didn't want to get caught. What would my Mother do with me if she found me?' I shook my head and tried not to think about it then went to sleep.




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