Chapter 2- Thomas Maderlyn

36 3 1
                                    

With that, he walked out of the room yelling, "We leave in one hour!"

I get up and begin to pack what little belongings I have, knowing that there is no way out of this one. I first put all my clothes in my large black duffel bag that I sometimes used when I stole from the small gas stations and shops that surround the orphanage. Next, I packed any small knick knacks like my watch and my books, and that was it. I was done packing.

I decided that since I still had forty minutes left, I would re-arrange the room to the way it was when I first moved in. When I was eight, I had moved my bed into the corner straight across from the door, and moved my dresser at the foot of my bed so no one could see me when they walked in. As I moved my dresser back into an adjacent corner of the room, I found an envelope on the dirty, wooden floor. It was addressed to Thomas Maderlyn, the writing was sloppy as if they had been in a hurry when writing it. I picked it up and sat on my bed, now completely exposed to the rest of the room. I kept trying to think who that could be, and when I finally couldn't think of anyone, I opened it.

AloneWhere stories live. Discover now