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Clare and Arthur are two siblings trying to escape there abusive mother. They struggle to escape the horrors that they faced and are continuing to face. With injuries and locked in a room, their hopes to escape seem to die.

Chapter 7

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by tclare2001

by tclare2001

-Clare-

I woke up on a cold wooden floor. It was damp and almost seemed frozen. My arm didn't hurt anymore. I tried to focus on the wall in front of me, but I was very dizzy. Arthur, where is he. I looked around still on the floor. The room I was in was dark, and I couldn't see anything. I looked at the wall I was facing and heard something move.

I shot up and my arm started aching a bit. My wrist hurt more that anything. My head was also pounding. I looked around for the thing that moved. It was in the corner, it made a moaning noise and I scooted to the opposite corner. "Clare?" said the thing in the opposite corner.

"Arthur?!?" I yelled," is that you?" "Ya, are you ok, are you hurt?" He said quickly trying to get up. He yelled in pain. "Don't move, Arthur, your hurt. don't worry about me, I'm fine." I race to his side and his leg wasn't sitting normally. "I think I know what I need to do, but it will hurt badly."

"Ok, well, go ahead. I would rather it heal right than heal the way it is." Arthur breathed in pain. "Ok" I said as I looked for a blanket to wrap his leg in after I'm done. I couldn't find any and I ripped the curtains off the small window that was only metal bars. I rushed to Arthur's side and asked him if he was ready. He nodded, and took his leg and pulled it straight. He yelled in pain and I cried. I felt his leg to see of it was broken or dislocated. I felt his ankle and he winced in pain. "Sorry" I sobbed as I pulled on his foot. It popped and he started to close his eyes and breathe slower. He was passing out in pain. "Good," I thought, "he needs to be asleep for this next part." I stood up and his knee still wasn't in place. It was dislocated.

He was all the way out now, so I picked up his leg and pulled as hard a I could. A loud snap told me his knee was back in place. I took the curtains and wrapped his leg and kept it elevated. He was so brave, and he tried to save me. And for that, he got hurt badly. He tried all he could, and now we are locked in a strange room, with no way out.