Endearment

Chapter 3

I open the old crusty door, I'm not going to lie, it amazes me that this door has held up for so long. Everything is the same way I have left it, which is good because that means no one seems to have walked in today. I close the door behind me, slipping off my shoes and walk up the stairs carefully to my room.

I walk over to the door and sit on my crusty bed, hearing a crunch as I grab it, shoving my noes in the same news article I read everyday. ' House caught on fire, Ms. and Mr. Keymatch dead. Little girl gone missing." My parent's death, 2005.

I was only nine when I lost them. I skim through the article's content, and put it away. It makes me upset they spelt our last name wrong, not to mention they didn't even get my name right. It says Lilly in the paper and my name is not Lilly. I fall back on the bed, hearing the familiar crunch as I stare at my watch.

4:05 pm. I force myself up, grabbing my old crusty music box, winding it up tightly. It was one of the few things that didn't get completely destroyed in the fire. I can't believe they didn't spell out name right on the paper either.

I spent the rest of the night doing homework, and then going to look for loose change around five blocks around me. I ended up collecting about $1.25 which now brings me to about seven dollars. Which allows me to buy almost two boxes of snacks, such as little Debbie for food.

  I end up going to bed hungry again, which isn't really unheard of for me. I'm use to it, but I need to get food soon before I end up dropping the little weight I have. I stare at the broken window as I feel the burned plastic on the bed scratch my legs.

I'm use to it, but I need to eat soon or I am going to end up dropping what little weight I have. I spent a while trying to weight this much and I can't loose anymore. The wind howls through the holes inside the house as I stare out the broken window, watching the rolling clouds cover up the moon.

I exhale, biting my quivering lip to stop my tears. The wind whips through my window as I shiver, falling down on the bed. I don't know how much longer I can live like this, it's been seven years already. I look around trying to find the only blanket I have, as I stop, noticing that it's gone. I feel my whole body shake, getting up from my bed and walking softly towards my closet.

I grab the burnt door, as a piece of it falls off as I pull it back. I gasp, covering my mouth as I feel tears start to fall down my eyes. All of it is gone, I shake my head in disbelief, falling on the floor. All of my food, my blanket, my clothes-gone.  I glare at it, getting up in complete anger as I stomp my feet, towards my bed.

I take another stomp, screaming as I feel my leg fall through the wood floor. I gasp in pain, trying to get myself out of the floor with my other leg, putting pressure on the wood as it gives way. I scream, as I smack hard on the second floor as I hear someone scatter. I try to push myself up, glaring at them as I scream at the top of my lungs.

" Give me my food back!" I scream. I take one step on my leg, falling down as I scream in pain. 

" Please!" I shriek at the top of my lungs. They're gone, I feel my stomach drop even more as I shove my hand under my mattress, feeling nothing as I limp my leg over to my bed.

My money.  I scream even more, trying to get up as I fall all the way through, hitting the floor below me. I gasp out in pain as I try to pick myself up, staring at the hole in the ceiling as I feel my face get hot. I push myself up from the floor, feeling something inside me move as I scream out in pain.

Great, I clamp my mouth shut as I force myself up. I fight back my tears and force myself towards the stairs, grabbing onto the railing tightly feeling tears stream down my face and I continue to force myself.

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I spent the rest of the night just laying in bed, paranoid that the man will come back. My stomach keeps howling and I just can't seem to sleep on an empty stomach for much longer. I rolled around, gasping as I grabbed my leg tightly.  I really hope it's nothing serious because I can't afford to go to a doctor, especially now that that stupid man stole all of my money.