It has been a long, long time since they left. It is difficult to even write this. We ran out of food some time ago. We've got water but it isn't enough. When Esme arrived at the V.F.D. café, Alice told me to trust her as she dragged me back out to the van. I did trust her, just like I trusted Carmelita but if we are left in here any longer, we could die.
We have all just collapsed to the ground, we don't have enough energy to... anything. Liam is lying beside the door, still hoping someone will save us. I am lying against the bed with Teddy's arm around me.
Yesterday, we thought we heard the front door opening, scurrying feet, crying, doors being slammed but nothing.
Well, goodbye, and good luck to anyone who finds this.
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Broken - Isadora Quagmire
FanfictionMy name is Isadora Quagmire, I am 13 years old and this is my story. It is not a happy story, it's a story of fear, a story of grief, a story of unfortunate and horrifying events. I am not a writer, but I am writing this story in the hope that someh...
