It had been two days since Cara’s run in with Hamish, and silence now filled the house, Sarah got fed when ever Hamish felt like it and Cara kept trying to find ways out but failed every time. The days flew by and the house grew darker and darker, the paint on the walls was chipping showing the white that lies beneath the now black cages. Hamish sat on the old spring filled couch drinking stolen beer. He went by the neighbours when they were out last night and stole the whole esky full of beer and a giant bag full of food, surprised that the neighbours hadn’t actually called the police for their food going missing constantly he continued to steal. Today was a special day, it was a birthday but no one had celebrated in years because now it just bought pain to remember, Hamish celebrated by sitting on the couch drinking beer and staring blankly at the blood stained wall. Everyone knew there was not going to be food today.
Cara sat on the sheet on her floor and stared at the large wooden door, remembering the days when her father and mother would swing open the door with a cake and presents, there would be singing and laughing and smiling. The memory made Cara smile but then it quickly faded when she heard a smash from the lounge, she flinched and the thought of more blood, her olive white skin managed to go a little lighter, a singular tear rolled down her check as she stood up, her ribs still in pain. The floor was cold on her feet and the door made a squeak as she slowly opened it. No noise. Not even a breath. Worry filled Cara as she ran through the hall clutching her ribs, she swung into the lounge and let out a sigh of relief as she saw Hamish sleeping on the couch, and the smash had been from a bottle he had thrown at the wall. Beer dripped down the wall, glass was spread across the floor. Cara turned and walked back to her room; she flopped down on her sheets and relaxed.
Sarah sat near the door silently whimpering for food but knowing she won’t get it, she crawled over to the corner and grabbed the apple she had started to eat a couple of days ago and nibbled at the edges. All the other fruit had gone bad so she left it. Sarah was starting to loose in this room she had only been in there a while because of the incident. She walked over to the door and smashed her fist into it “LET ME OUT!” she screamed smashing the door with each word. She heard a door open and some footsteps ‘food’ she thought and waited patiently by the door. The footsteps were too soft for Hamish’s so her hope was shattered, she sighed “Hey Cara.” She said leaning on the door.
“how did you know?” Cara’s voice filled with sadness.
“You’re the only one that talks to me, without throwing food threw that stupid flap.” Sarah said, lightly flicking the slit that food occasionally got thrown through.
“Oh...” there was a slight pause “oh that’s right.” Cara jumped up and ran to the kitchen grabbing a small parcel, then running back to the stairs.
“What. What is it?” Sarah was interested now.
“Well I was walking past the lounge and this was by the front door, you know the mail slot in the front door.” She slid a small package through the slot.
The package was about the size of a thick book and wrapped in cheap brown paper and tape. Sarah grabbed the parcel and ripped it open, she hadn’t even looked at the mail in years, and every time she tried to she got yelled at. Inside the paper was a white box, Sarah lifted the lid to find a small note:
“I know you are still here,
And I hope this gets to you Sarah,
I know you are alive,
If your safe I'm not sure,
But anyway I know what today is,
I just wanted to say...
I'm sorry.”
A tear rolled down Sarah’s cheek, she didn’t know who sent it or how they knew that people still lived in this hell hole of a house. She lifted the note and placed it next to the paper, inside the box was a small pendant wrapped in a cloth. The cloth was white with small blood stains; the pendant was blue with gold flecks. Sarah turned the pendant in her hand over the other side was a picture. A blood smear ran across the picture, streams of tears were falling down Sarah’s face like a water fall. Memories kept flooding back to Sarah.
“Mum, what is it?” Cara’s voice snapped Sarah out of her trance and back to reality.
“Oh... um nothing.” Sarah said wiping away her tears. “Just some kids being stupid.” She said placing everything in the box and putting the lid back on. Suddenly the flap flung open and a plate of food slid through.
“OK, well I thought you might be hungry.” Cara stood and walked away, she knew that box meant something, but now she could never know what it meant. She walked past the lounge when a bottle flew past her and hit the wall next to her. She fell back onto the wood floor, her breathing was, her adrenaline running. “What the hell.” She sighed looking through the door, to see Hamish just standing there. No emotion showed on his face, just emptiness. Cara scrambled up to her feet and ran into her room closing the door behind her, tears rolled down her check as she slumped into the corner.
Hamish stood near the door, waiting to see if she would come back. He had a bottle in his hand; he had a swing of it. It had been 20 minutes and she hadn’t come back, he turned and walked over to the couch practically falling onto the couch. It was starting to get dark outside, the slight cracks in the wood covering the windows were illuminating an orange glow.
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