As I sit at the table, I wait, wait to be fed because I am too weak to get up after fracturing my ankle. I hear the clatter of pots and pans, not wanting to question where the noise came from. Then I slowly get up grabing the table for support, then I hear the ear shattering yells from the hallway "Jill, you better get down here and clean the porch like I told you at breakfast! You don't want to go to the basement again do ya?" She staggered. I had a brief moment of anxiety as I limp down the hallway using a busted set of crutches as her cold, undforgiving hands clench my arm. I fall on the rough sandpaper like floor, she laughs, "Since you didn't do what you were told, you go down there." As she points to the dark basement. I gasp as I start to head towards the basement, then I kicked her, she fell to the ground as I rush to the wide open door. As I reach the door she grabs me by the waist and pulls me back realising I can never escape. She pushes me to the basement door, using my hands I press the frame to stop me as I stare at the dark basement feeling like hands will grab me and pull me under as I scream trying to break free.
