Chapter 3: how she got trapped.
---before we start, this chapter is all about how Sarah got trapped in the room---
The glass still lied in the hall way, the smell of beer now filled the house. Sarah sat against the door hoping that food would soon come, the plate Cara had given her the other day was still full but Sarah wanted soup to go with the giant amount of bread left on it. Without hesitance Sarah turned and smashed the door with her fist hoping that someone would come and give her food or talk to her, anything. Two hours and no one came, she started to think how she had got locked in her own room.
--5 weeks ago—
“WHAT DO YOU WANT?” Hamish yelled, swinging his arms around.
“I WANT TO LEAVE! I WANT TO LEAVE THIS HOUSE, TO GO OUTSIDE!” Sarah yelled, gesturing towards the door. “I WANT MY DAUGHTER TO BE ABLE TO GO TO SCHOOL AND MAKE FRIEND.” She paused and sighed “I WANT REAL FOOD AND NOT WHAT YOU STEAL FROM NEXT DOOR” she yelled, she wasn’t giving up this time.
“NO! YOU KNOW THAT’S NOT POSSIBLE IT’S BEEN TO LONG NOW.” Hamish spat the words.
“AND WHOSE FAULT IS THAT?” she said stomping her foot. “YOU WERE THE ONE THAT BORDED THIS HOUSE YEARS AGO. YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WONT LET US LEAVE. YOUR THE ONE MAKING US GO INSANE!” she said hate in her eyes.
“WELL THEN, FUCK YOU!” Hamish screamed, throwing a punch at Sarah. His fist made contact with her face with a sickening crack.
“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU. YOU’VE GONE INSANE!” She yelled rushing both her hands to her jaw.
“SHUT UP!” He grabbed her hair causing a scream. “I DONT HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOU! YOU LOVE THAT ROOM YOU CAN LIVE IN IT.” Hamish pulled Sarah by the hair to where she slept, throwing her in and slamming the door. “YOU’RE NOT COMING OUT UNTIL YOU SAY I'm NOT CRAZY!” he screamed locking the door then punching it.
“YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” Sarah cried, slamming her fists on the door tears rolling down her cheek. She heard Hamish walk away, her screams echo through the house.
The first week was awful the walls seemed to close in, there was barely any food.
~day one~
Sarah slept most of the day, as Hamish made a whole in the door big enough to fit a full plate of food; Hamish made a small flap so it would make a small noise when there was food. Once he was done he rolled some fruit through.
~day two & three~
Sarah waited by the door in hope that it would open, but it didn’t. Tears rolled down her cheeks, she was starting to lose her mind. The walls seemed to drip evil, that night and the one after she cried herself to sleep.
~day four~
The walls were suffocating now, the black was haunting. There was a plate with some stale bread, half a mouldy apple and a small bottle of water in the corner, but Sarah wasn’t hungry. Occasionally Cara would come and sit on the stairs and talk, and that was the only thing that kept her a little sane. Hamish told her that she wasn’t allowed a bed and came and took it away, Cara had managed to fit about 8 pillows through the flap, Sarah wondered where she got them from but did not question it.
~day five~
Silence filled the house, the walls seemed to scream as Sarah sat in her room nibbling at the now rock hard bread. Sarah over heard Hamish throw Cara into a wall, all she wanted to do was break out and help Cara but Hamish bolted the door on both sides. Sarah was filled with fright and just sat there crying all night.
---Now---
Sarah smashed her head against the door remember every last day she had been in that room, each one just a faded memory but still cut into her brain. She got up and walked over to her food, when a bowl was slid through the door with a note. Sarah quickly ran over and picked up the note:
Hey,
You keep talking about soup when I walk past. So here. I love you mum!
Cara.
Sarah smiled, and picked up the bowl taking it over to the other plate of food grabbing the stale bread and dipping it in. Each mouth full made her so hopeful.
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Ok so do we like this chapter! If not sorry :/ it will get better.
~lil~
