USED

USED Part 3

I fell back onto my hands and knees as Olivia took my arm and pulled me out of the bedroom, I stood up as she was opening the brown door and I was thrown in as she slammed it shut, she locked it this time, making sure I didn't escape again. I still didn't have my bags. I didn't cry, I was tough, that's what happens to you after being in an orphanage for 14 years. I missed it though, I missed the younger girls always asking for my help, I miss the older ones always picking on me for being too skinny. I even missed not having any friends. The rooms in the orphanage weren't much better than this one, but at least I could actually get out of them. I was allowed to go out of the building twice a week to go for walks with the younger ones, sometimes I even took a dollar or two to go and buy some books from the op shop across the street. The old lady there was always nice to me because she knew the circumstances I was living under, I thought she would adopt me one day, but she never did. I may never see her again now, I'll probably never get to read another book, or make another drawing of what my life may have been like if I ever got out of the orphanage, I know now though. Will I ever be able to go to the toilet again? At the orphanage we only had one bathroom between 37 of us so sometimes we would have to collect plastic bottles, I had to use them a number of times because I was always pushed out of the line, or the older girls would purposely make the toilet so dirty that I couldn't use it, or they would turn the water off before I got the chance to shower or wash my hands. I once had to go two weeks without showering, I may have to go even longer now. I never had much experience with escaping rooms so I may not be able to escape this one, I guess I'll just have to wait till Olivia calms down, or until David knocks on my door to let me out, he seems strange, I wonder if he's ever seen a child before, or at least one my age, he seemed very stressed inside the orphanage and ran to car when we walked out the door. Maybe he could help me, maybe if I screamed, or if I begged him, I'm good at begging, that's one thing I practiced a lot at the orphanage, when our guardian passed out on the couch every night with a bottle of vodka in her hand, I would have to beg for food from the older girls, of course I never got any if I didn't do it for long enough, they would eventually get sick of me and leave, with the leftovers still on the bench.

I can hear some faint footsteps coming down the corridor and towards my room, I lean back onto the wall, afraid of what Olivia might do to me. The jingle of keys comes closer and I hear them enter the key hole. The door creaks open and I see David in the doorway "tea" he says anxiously as if he's trying not to wake a baby. He closes the door and descends down the stairs, waiting for me to follow.