Crooked Man

T W E N T Y F I V E

Inside, there's a bed, an old and dusted one.
"I don't think I've ever been in this room. She says it's...her daughter's."
"You have a sister?!" I ask, holding on to the door knob.
"I mean...I used to. Back at home." He looks at the bed.
"What do you mean, back at home?"
"I mean my real, actual family. The one she stole me away from!"
"She did that?!? Oh I'm so sorry! How?"
He sighs, walking into the room.

I now realize that the room has no windows. I mean...not anymore. The window is closed by some wooden stuff. It looks like the room wasn't used in some time. A very long time, probably.

"She said I would have a better life."
"Did you use to have a bad life?"
He chuckles. "No, not at all. My parents weren't rich and they couldn't buy me the train set I wanted. And she saw that. And...she tricked me into living with her fir the train. What would a three year old say to that?" He sighs.
"You said yes." I say. "Did you at least get your train?"
"Yeah I did...but it wasn't worth any of this."