Dead Eyes

Chapter Four: The Devil's Mother

A fly buzzed past my face. Elizabeth's sister trotted over, whining.

"What are we going to eat?" She had little lines under her eyes and she spoke with little to no energy.

We had been there for a week.

"We dont have anything else..." Elizabeth's dad didnt hesitate to tell her that, because it was true. We had run out of food on the first three days, thinking we would be out sooner. Vani's dad was the one who had been going the craziest, which was reasonable, because he had been confined in one stop for the whole week. We brought him food, but now there was no more and I could tell the future was grim.

"You can drink some water though. Just make sure not to take much." He comferted, but she shook her head in frustration and walked away.

We tried everything we could to get out but it was no use. The old hag downstairs (Our nickname for her is the devil's mother) had control on everything, even putting electric shocks on the door handles and window seals.

"Help!" Vani's dad was doing his hourly screaming, feeling trapped by the small walls he could pass. He had not sleeped for the week we had been here, because his space was so small he couldnt even sit.

"Please!"

Vani showed a slight of weakness towards his dad. But other than that we only brought food and water to him, but again, we didn't have anymore food.

"I'm gonna jump!" He threatened. We all looked up.

"I'm gonna do it!" He again caught our attention. We were soon all storming to his place, seeing that he was ready to jump out of his small spot.

"Dad! Stop!" Vani shouted, but it didn't stop him.

"3...2...1..." He pounced and fell, sending two knives into his thigh.

"Ow!" He screamed. The loud speaker went off immediately.

"Damn you! I had things all worked out you dumb bastard! Now i'll make sure you die in this house you dirty shit head!" She spoke with fury and vengance. The sound of her footsteps stomping brought a bad feeling to my head, even though she was the thinnist old lady i had ever seen. Actually, my head still had the pounding to it. I had gotten used to it, but now it was getting worse.

My mom rushed out of her room and shouted directions.

"Julian! Get some bandages and keep Stamps away from him! I have to pull these blades out! Terry! I need you to help me!" She took my dad's hand and forced him to help her pick up Vani's dad.

"Julian! Open the door for us!" She shouted. I ran to the door and pushed it. My parent flooded into the room. I shut the door behind them and fell to the ground.

"Do... Do you think he'll make it?" Vani asked with a restrained whisper.

"Of course!" I answered. "Elizabeth's dad had his hand cut off and he survived, so I wouldn't be worried." He seemed assured, but I could see a little doubt in his eyes. He walked five steps before losing it.

"YOU DUMB ONE-HUNDRED YEAR OLD BITCH! IM GONNA MURDER YOU!" He fell to the ground and banged his fist at the floor.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A hollowed sound came from the floor. Vani stopped and stood, bewildered.

He knocked on it again, it making the same hollowed sound.

"I think... I think that's where she is..." We didn't answer. we stared at the place in the carpet. Vani then did something stupidly smart.

"Hey! Two-hundred year-old whore! I'm escaping!" He shouted.