It had been 5 days.
5 days of sorrow.
5 days of pain.
5 days of hunger.
Her stomach growled in anger, begging her for food.
The door was locked and no one came to visit.
She heard no noise, as if no one was at home.
Suddenly, the door slowly opened, revealing the old woman.
"Dear...", She whispered.
Kendall saw her hand behind her.
Is she going to kill me?
She began to panic.
The old woman brought out her hand, showing Kendall some biscuits.
"It's not much, but it will do"
Although cautious, Kendall could do nothing.
She took the biscuits, and ate them.
"Thank you"
"You can call me Anne"
"Thank you, Anne", Kendall slowly smiled.
"Kendall, I have an advice for you...", Anne began.
"My children are....what you would call, mentally ill".
Kendall guessed correctly.
"But, they are different, in a way, all I want to say is, do not struggle, and listen".
"I can't do that", Kendall said.
"You have to, they won't hesitate to kill you, especially him"
Kendall shivered at the thought of her dying.
"How many children do you have?"
"Three sons".
"Where's the other one?"
"You'll meet him soon".
