Passed Along

Chapter 2

I don't really remember much after.

Which is fortunate because I hate him.
His name is Paul Levil. He was a drunk who always told me to stay in my room. When I was 11 I weighed 124. I weighed myself earlier to find I was only 86.9 lbs. You see when your forced to stay in your room most of the time you don't eat a lot.

But I've gotten used to the small portions he had given me daily.

I heard shuffling noises coming down the stairs when I ducked under my covers. My dark black hair had gotten stuck in my mouth when he stopped outside my door.

"Lana", he called my name.

"Yes sir?" I questioned him. He was pale and didn't look right.

"Have you seen the bucket?"

"No sir. Are you okay?"

His eyes were fluttering as if he was trying to stay awake. He stumbled them fell. He started to jerk uncontrollably when I rushed over to him. I then paused.

Why am I helping him?

He kept me locked up in here for 9 years. Paul didn't deserve my help.

But I watched as he stopped jerking. And his body became motionless.

I reached under his jaw to find a pulse.

But there was none to be found.