This is a story I wrote during english. We were given the subject 'The Cage' and had to write about it and this is what I came up with :)
The small white bottle was smirking at her, the red label informing consumers to keep out of reach from children. She had been sitting there for ten minutes, the bottle teasing her with the contents and the freedom it possesses.
'You can do this.' She assures herself. 'You can finally break free from all of the trauma, all the abuse. No more crying yourself to sleep.'
She felt a chill run up her spine at her depressing thoughts. Could she really do it? She tucks a piece of curled blonde hair behind her ear, staring at her reflection in the broken mirror.
Back home she was known as a 'true beauty', with her long blonde hair and ocean blue eyes that used to hold so much happiness and gratitude, that had been quickly replaced by trauma and fear.
Ever since her father had died, her mother was left penniless, forced to literally beg for money to by her family food. She would help out as much as she could, taking as many shifts at the small café as often as possible. But that had all changed after she was snatched off of the street.
The loud crying of the girls in the next room bring her back to reality, the bottle seeming further away than just a couple of meters.
She quickly grabs the bottle, pouring the contents into her small pale hand, the small capsules speaking to her:
"This could be it; you could be free, break out of the cage of never ending sadness.'
She could hear faint footsteps. James would be here any minute, expecting her to be dressed and 'dolled up' for her next costumer. She had to think quickly, contemplating her options.
What if she was able to escape? Could she find her mother and darling sister? Would they be dead?
The loud obnoxious footsteps were nearing, making her more anxious. They stop at her door, pausing for a few seconds, but to her, they felt like hours.
He wasn't surprised, not in the slightest as his dark, cold eyes narrow at the now empty bottle of tablets lying on the floor.
He knelt down, touching her neck, checking for a pulse, a procedure he had perfected. After finding nothing, he exits the room and makes his way down the narrow hallway, the crying from each door not disturbing him, he had gotten used to it.
He reached the office, heading straight to the file cabinet that contains every girl that had been taken to the brothel. He searched through the large cabinet, trying to find the one he was looking for. They didn't know their names, they were given numbers, names didn't mutter. He let out a sigh of relief as he had finally found the file titled 'No. 124'.
He quickly looked through her file. She was beautiful, he would admit that. But she was one of the many that had taken that path; it was hardly a shame anymore. He took her file to another cabinet labelled 'Suicide' and chucked it in there among the many others, not second thinking anything as he made his way to get the new girl, No. 156, to show her to her new room that had now become vacant.
Tell me what you think? I know it's not the best but I just really liked it for some reason :)
