A wooden frame stood in the middle of the room. In it, a mattress that did not look comfortable, at all, and a blanket and a pillow. The floor was wood, dirty and dusty. A chest was placed in the corner of the room. There were cobwebs all over the walls; dust everywhere. Nobody had been here in years. There was scratches on the walls.
I knew exactly where I was.
"We can't be here"
"Where are we?" Duncan asked, he was waking up at the other side of the room.
"This is where they were taken all those years ago, the Lyons"
"Where are the others?"
"Safe. I hope"
What now? We wait. We wait until we are somehow rescued or we turn 18...
YOU ARE READING
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...
