Jezebel (Watty Awards 2012)

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

"Psst," I heard a faint whisper. "Psst, please wake up. I know you must be hungry and I do not want Madam Mara to think I have disobeyed her by not feeding you. Please eat."

I opened my eyes to see the candles had been lit again and to my dismay I was still in this old, dirty cell. Like literally the only thing modern was the disgustingly dirty toilet in the corner for me to use. I'd rather have all my nails plucked off before I sat my butt on that thing. Luckily, I hadn't had to use it yet, but soon I would have no choice if I didn't want to soil myself. I turned to see who was talking to me.

"Please...you must eat." It was the small mouse-girl. I really had to figure out what her name was so I could stop calling her mouse-girl. She was holding a small tray with a bowl of what looked like porridge or oatmeal and crackers and a small plastic cup of water. What was I? A baby?

I glared at the food. "How do I know if it isn't poisoned or not?"

"Please," she glanced at the three mice running around her feet and a tear fell from her eye and trickled down her dirty little face. "I made this myself. I promise it isn't poisoned."

My face softened a little. I didn't want to get her into anymore trouble. I was afraid Mara would be true to her word and turn her into a beetle or roach. I sat on the cold floor with my legs crossed pretzel-like as she slid the tray through a slot for me and began to drink the water in the little cup.

It was disgustingly warm, but my throat was as dry as a desert from all the crying I had done. I almost choked on the stale crackers as thoughts of Angel flooded my mind again. I felt so ashamed. When was the last time I had told her I loved her? The last thing I had said to her before leaving the house yesterday morning was that I needed space from her suffocating me. Now I would do anything to get out of this hell hole and be with her.

"Thank you," the mouse-girl said sincerely as I slid the tray back to her after eating most of the oatmeal. It actually hadn't been that bad, but I wasn't much of an oatmeal fan. For some reason, she never looked at me. Her eyes were always glued to the floor. Her ragged clothes reminded me of a slave rather than a maid.

"Wait," I whispered as she turned to leave. "What is your name?"

She hesitated and bit her bottom lip as her eyes darted down the dark corridor and back at me and then at the floor quickly. "Rosemary."

Before I could say anything else, she quickly ran out of the room and down the dark corridor.

I shook my head and sighed. At least I had a name for her now. I glanced down at the mice and grimaced. Oh, how I would hate Mara if she turned me into one of my least favorite creatures on Earth. It was no secret that I was terrified of mice, rats and bugs, but these mice didn't dart around the room and frighten me the way normal ones did, although they looked just as dirty. When Rose left, they huddled into a corner and stared at me, snffing the air occasionally.