Take My Hand

Oopsie Daisy, We're In Trouble

The cold and rusted metal bars of the decaying cell pressed firmly against my back. I would spend hours kicking my sore feet at the crumbling walls, attempting an escape, half hoping that if I made enough noise, someone would come.

No one ever did.

Sometimes I'd wonder if they still knew I was here. Or maybe they had just forgotten about the dying murderer in her underground cell.

I twirled a piece of my greasy hair around my middle finger, staring at the small slot where they're suppose to shove food.

That's when the slot opened.

At first I thought I had imagined it. I was hallucinating because of lack of sleep or food or water or sunlight- the list goes on. But then, the cell door opened too. That bulky metal door I had tried so hard to knock off of its titanium hinges.

"Hello?"

I barely croaked, feeling my throat dry out even more than it already was. My anorexic body crawled away from the blinding light coming from the corridor. Almost like I was a vampire. I presumed the person was a guard, checking to see if I was dead yet, or if not, coming to finish off the job. But this wasn't a guard.

"Shh, shh. They can't know I'm down here okay?"

The voice was unrecognisable, and their face was covered by a purple mask. My body was weak and numb, so I attempted to nodded, desperately. I needed their help because I was dying.

"Oh God. You look awful. Uh- here, take this"

They said, putting a plate of food and two glasses of water down in front of me. In that moment, all human instincts for survival kicked in; I practically wolfed the entire thing down in a matter of seconds, leaving the person in complete shock.

"How long have you been here? Without food or water?"

I lifted my skeletal fingers up to show them. I had to close my eyes to stop my vision going blurry. Though, seeing a glimpse of light again was a rather nice change. I gulped back the lump in my throat, forcing out words.

"One"

I breathed shakily. I had been counting the days like they were calories. It was the only thing to distract me from the situation I was in, and from thinking about Piper.

"Day?"

They asked, kneeling down beside me. I shook my head, causing my ragged hair to fly over my inhumanly white face.

"Week"

"That's terrib-"

"Hey? Is anyone down here?"

A flashlight shon through the open cell door. The persons face shrunk as they froze completely, as did I. The taunting flashlight moved closer towards us, scanning the long corridor my cell was in. We were going to get caught. We were going to get caught and I was going to die.