He kept us hidden, playing awful music that drowned out our cries and our efforts to get someone's, anyone's attention. The girl with me, I didn't recognize, but somehow I knew it was just her and me against him. She was here when I was taken, cowering in the corner of the little room in the ceiling, and the only thing I knew about her was that she was more preferred, that he wanted her more than me. I also knew that she looked kind of familiar, but I didn't know why. I didn't know what she looked like, I spent most of my time in the tiny, dark, hidden room, hiding in the corner with her, too afraid to move. One time I tried to talk to her, to ask her what was going on, but she quickly shushed me, covering my mouth blindly.
Hours turned into days, days to weeks, weeks to months, and months to almost a year and a half. The girl, she had given up, not crying as much. My heart dropped, with every passing second. Tears turned into scars that never faded, stinging my cheeks. We were rarely fed, and given clothes that were revealing, just they way he liked. We didn't see light, and we weren't allowed outside. I learned never to speak back, and never to ask for things. I learned to wait. The other, she seemed to know more than me. I learned from her, doing only what she did, which wasn't much. She was silent, and rarely so much as moved, only waiting until after he closed the secret door to go and get the food left for us. Usually the food was bad, something that had gone bad that he didn't want, or sometimes just extra scraps he had left over. One time he gave us a whole platter of cookies that were burned, but we were so hungry that we didn't even notice.
In the winter, the girl and me huddled, both shaking from the cold or fear, maybe both. I remember one time Someone told me that people bond better through pain or suffering, from experiencing trauma together. I never understood it, how pain could form trust, but here I was. This girl, whose name I didn't even know, became my sister. I knew her better through the silence then anyone I had ever talked to before. I could tell when she was calm or when she was sad, or scared, just from her breathing.
The day started like any other, we were both huddled and asleep, abruptly awoken by the sound of the man opening the secret door. His dirty eager face peered into the darkness, searching for us. He spotted us in the corner, both wide eyed and staring. He beckoned me to come closer, and when I didn't move, he started up into the tiny room. It was only when she tried to move in front of me that I made my way to him. She always tried to go in my place, as if it'd protect me. It only seemed to make things worse, if that made sense. He climbed down, an evil smirk that made me shake. The fluorescent lights stung my eyes, making me squint. His house was filthy, dishes in the sinks and paint peeling on the walls. The floor was littered with food wrappers, and the tv was running. As my eyes adjusted, I realized that the house was dim. All of the curtains were closed, the natural light peeking around the edges of the window sill.
"What color is the sky, mi amor mi amor..."
the man was singing along to the music. So loud, drowning my thoughts and ringing throughout my ears. He dragged me by my arm, throwing me into his bedroom, turning to close the door. Forcing me into the bed, he undressed me. He paused, and I looked back. He had his head cocked, listening. I couldn't hear anything, and then, voices. I could hear the fence moving and then more voices. My eyes widened, a plan formulating in my head. The man leaned down to my ear.
"I will be back, no funny business while I'm gone girl, or there will be consequences. He stepped away. I heard the door open and close, and as soon as I heard the back door open and close, I jumped off the bed, putting my skimpy clothes back on. I hurried to the door, and ran to the front door. I turned the knob, almost crying when I found it locked. I could hear him yelling something at the people out back. I knew that I would never find a way out of this place as long as he was around, and I suddenly had a better idea. Yesterday, the other girl had thrown up three times. I had too before, and I remembered how hungry it made me feel after I was done. I knew that it would be a while until the next feeding, so I ran to the fridge, taking bottles of water and liquor. Then a container full of cold lasagna and some asparagus. I grabbed as much as I could carry and ran to the secret door, which was more of a crawl space in the ceiling than an attic. I opened it, shushing the girl as she cried out in surprise. I threw everything inside.
"Quickly, hide this! I have to go, be quiet!" I closed the door again, jumping as I heard a sharp laughter from outside. It sounded feminine, and pretty. Before I could listen more, I heard the back door open again and sprinted back to the bedroom, closing the door and sitting on the bed. I silently cursed the other girl for moving so much, and cursed my heart for beating so hard in my chest. I jumped at the door opening, and silently watched as the man walked over to the window, pulling the curtain back and watching the people walk away. He slowly turned back to me, rubbing his mocha colored face. He sighed, then nodded at a distant thought.
"I need a drink, you will return to your room." He announced, walking out the door. I followed obediently, and winced as he slapped my ass going up. He closed the door behind me, and I didn't move until I heard the awful music turned up louder. I scrambled over to the other girl blindly, and reached for her hand. She grasped back, then pushed something mushy into my hand. I put it in my mouth happily, and started crying with joy. There comes a point where you are so starved of something, anything, that when you get what you've been starved of, you can't taste. You can't taste, you can only feel it in your mouth. At that exact moment, I didn't care if I couldn't taste, because it's not about the taste, it's about the survival. It only took us a matter of minutes to devour the food, and it took longer to calm down. I can't say that he didn't find out because he did, but if I had to do it all again, consequences too, I'd do it.
I woke to the music being particularly loud, louder than normal. At once, I knew something was happening. Sister, I had started calling her sister since she had never even told me her name, was in the corner, breathing heavily. There were shouts over the music, things we couldn't hear. My heart started beating as I put my ear to the filthy floor, straining to hear anything.
"...ask you some questions... rose..." my heart tightened. Sister started tapping the floor, a certain beat to it, and I joined. We grew louder, despite the fear that was quiet obviously running through both of our veins. We kept tapping, and sister started tapping faster, more frantic. I followed her example, listening to the shouts. The music was deafening, so loud, purposely trying to cover us up.
"Where do I put my shoes, mi amor mi amor..."
we grew faster and louder, trying to match the beats of our hearts, when all at once, the silence hit. We didn't stop tapping, and instead slowed, the taps resembling the water that drips when the tap is on slightly. Something crashed near the entrance to the room, the door ripped from the space. We stopped then, shrinking back into our corner, our breath shallow and gasping, not getting enough oxygen. Sister reached for my hand, grabbing and holding she a curious and determined man poked through the opening. His nose crinkled in disgust at the smell, his eyes squinted as he searched the darkness. Sisters breathing hitched, and his eyes widened slightly as he found us, his searching eyes locked on mine, as the shouts of the other men and women filled the house. His flashlight made our eyes weak, and we looked away.
"It's okay, my name is James, you are safe now."
So that is the end of my one shot, I just wanted to let everyone know that these are not my characters, simply just my interpretation of what happened in the books mommy's house and the truth about mommy, all characters belong to z0mbies.
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