6 months to live

Radio

I followed my ears to his room. The sound stopped all of a sudden as my head looked around.

Then I saw a radio. It was one of those old radios that you would find in the 70's era. My guess was that it was on its last life.

Right as I turned around to make my way out, something caught my eye from in his closet.

"Mmf!"

Then I stopped dead in my tracks. Did that closet just communicate with me?

It was too late to turn back so I walked over to Santiago's closet with silent feet.

My heart stopped.

"Mmf! Mmmmf!" The person jerked their head to the side when I opened up the closet. They were tied up and gagged just sitting down on the floor.

Wait a minute! It was the girl that Santiago claimed that he was looking for.

I yanked the tape from the girl's mouth. "Are you okay?" It was a stupid question but I'd already said it.

"Please hurry!" The girl shouted at me as I tried to untie the rope.

I didn't do it! My hands were too weak. I realized that I was wasting precious time. "I'm going to go grab a knife, I'll be right back! Don't go anywhere!" Why did I keep saying stupid things!

The adrenaline that was coursing through my veins made me trip a few times while trying to run to the kitchen. I didn't know Santiago's apartment that well so I had to rummage through his cabinets in search for a knife.

Why doesn't he just have knife holders like normal people!!

Then I raced back to the girl. Her eyes remained glued over my head, paranoid that he would show up any moment.

"Please, my sister is on the other side!" She shouted at me. If her sister wasn't there, I knew she would have darted.

   The girl stumbled as she stood on her feet. It was so heartbreaking to see her.

      I slid the closet door to the side to reveal a much, much younger girl.

        The girl walked over to me to see the girl.

           "What's wrong with her?" I asked the girl beside me.

   The girl didn't react when I shook her.

           "No!" The girl stumbled as she walked backwards. "No!"

"I'm sorry but she's dead! We need to get out of here!" I grabbed her by her wrist and took her into the living room. The girl didn't have any shoes on her feet and time was ticking. I raced up to the cabinet and grabbed her two bags of chips before we started running...no sprinting furiously away from that house.

God knows how long we had been searching for a neighborhood.

"I can't run anymore!" The girl came to a halt behind me. I wish I could carry her but I was weak.

"Come on! Let's follow this road to the end and see where it leads us." I pointed to the road in front of me. New Jersey was sitting in the middle of fall. The trees which were once full of vibrant leaves had came crumbling down on the ground so people had to pull out their rakes.

"Do you know where we are?" She grabbed the side of her stomach.

I shook my head. "Um...not necessarily but I think I might have a good idea."

"Why don't you call someone?"

I blew air out of my nose. I never thought of calling someone. Then it hit me. While we were darting for the door I forgot to pick it up.

My shoulders slumped as I started to talk, "I forgot to bring it." I scratched the next of my neck. "Since we're going to be here for awhile, why don't you tell me your name?"

       After a minute of awkward silence, she finally spoke up, "my name is Bianca."

          "Tell me a little about yourself, Bianca...you're not obliged to."

          "What year are we in?" Her stomach growled. She raced through the bag of chips like a savage.

         I proceed to tell her the year. Her face dropped when I told her. It was like as if she'd seen a ghost.

            "Several years! I was seventeen at the time of my disappearance." She came to an abrupt stop. "You mean to tell me that I've been in that psycho's room for several years?!" All of the color from her face went away.

             "We have to keep going," I grabbed the lower part of her arm. "Santiago told me that you guys were dating but his parents weren't fond of that."

"I didn't know him from anywhere!"

Something wasn't adding up. "Then how did you meet him in the first place?"

Her attention went from me to the grass. "If not for my friend, I wouldn't have ever met him. I finally knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. The only obstacle in my way was that I was dirt poor. My best friend persuaded me into....a wrong career path."

"Wait...so you're telling me?" I did some weird hand motions.

"I'm viewed as promiscuous, unwanted now....all because I wanted to make my own money so I can attend college to pursue a degree in radiology." She crossed her arms. "I know that there were other options but I was making way more money doing what I did than working minimum wage at a restaurant."

"Bianca!" I pulled her shirt when I saw a house that was just a couple of feet ahead of us. It felt like a mirage. Like I envisioned it because it was what I wanted at that exact moment: home!

Maybe it was a blossom of a new friendship for Bianca and me. Maybe Bianca could start over in her life and try to regain the hope and respect that she lost for humanity. I was more than willing to pay for her school fees if she still wanted that degree.

Maybe.....just maybe....this could be the end of a happy story.

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That's so sad and honestly unexpected...and I wrote it.

What do you guys think about Bianca? Do you trust her? Do you like her?

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