It's the little things
That catch my eye.
And you were one of them.
After realizing my life was near an end,
I jumped to the opportunity to say goodbye.
But you were gone.
I stared blankly at the stone wall before me.
I never meant to hurt you,
And I never meant to cry.
I left you my heart,
Before the day I died.
I threw a lonesome pebble at the large door, in which was locked from the outside.
You told me not to worry,
And you told me that you cared.
But the world is drowning
And nobody can save me.
I sighed and held back tears, threatening to fall.
Even though I'm gone,
You still manage to live.
After what we've been through,
You act as if I never was.
I closed my eyes and let one tear fall.
But you were wrong,
And I'm back for revenge.
I'm going to get you,
Even if I die again.
I felt the salty tear hit my hand and die. I wiped my nose with the back of my hand and glanced around the room. Well, it wasn't exactly much of a room, more like a dungeon.
It was cold and damp, the moon shining through the barred windows. Or, at least I hoped it was the moon. I picked up another small pebble and proceeded throwing it at the door, walls etc. Not that there was much to throw at, it just took up time.
I remembered, sadly, of how I ended up here. Only if I were better at hiding, then I'd already be halfway across the state.
I glanced frantically around the room, as the fire blazed behind me. I need an exit! I thought. I spotted the nearest door and sprinted for it, not caring what was behind it.
I opened it swiftly, and to my surprise, nobody guarded it. Idiot, the place is on fire. Who's going to guard a burning house! I ran through it, to find this room to be the dining room. I heard people screaming, and children crying.
I felt bad for not being able to help them, but I had my own problems to deal with. I swiftly, and slyly, found my way outside of the burning house, and stared back at it.
What have I done? Quickly, I turned around and ran. Ran for what seemed like forever. But that wasn't enough. I heard yelling behind me.
"Find her!" He yelled. I glanced back, wishing for the chance to rest, but my life depended on my legs right now.
I ran down an unfamiliar street, and turned down an alleyway. I spotted a door, and, hesitantly, went through it.
I had entered someone's house. But who's? I didn't have time to think, for a voice caught me off guard. I looked around the room, and ducked behind a desk.
Somebody entered the room. "There's nobody in here, Margaret," came a male's voice. I gulped. Just as the man left, I let out the breath I was holding in. Beads of sweat dripped from my forehead, and a sticky red substance hit the carpet floor.
I reached to my forehead and looked at my fingers. Blood. I was bleeding, but not too bad. There was a bang on the door, but not the one I had just entered. I heard the man open it, and was greeted by an all too familiar voice.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, sir, but I am looking for someone and have reason to believe that she is in your house." The man grunted and let the other man enter the room.
Policemen filed into the house, guns in their hands. I held my breath and looked around. Nothing. Nothing to save my life. Before I knew it my hiding spot was no longer secret and I was forcefully pulled to my feet. The policeman squeezed my arm and growled.
"Here she is! I found her," he said. I tried to pull away from his grasp, but it didn't help. He just tightened his fingers and pulled me to the main room where an elderly couple stood, eyeing me suspiciously.
I let out a painful cry as the policeman threw me to the floor, laughing. Tears stained my face as I looked apologetically at the couple, who looked at me with regretful eyes.
"Cuff her," came that horrible familiar voice again. I glared up at the man. His brown hair was hidden underneath his bowler hat, and his scruffy beard irritated me. His evil, cold eyes bore into me, watching me squirm to get away.
This man called himself my uncle? The man in whom I trusted my whole life? I was pulled to my feet and directed to the door. I let out a small whimper as I passed the couple, who spoke up.
"It isn't necessary to arrest her, sir. We aren't angry at her for intruding," the old man said.
"I'm sorry, sir, but this child is a fugitive," my uncle told him. Liar! This wasn't fair! I was being accused of something I clearly had nothing to do with! Before I had time to protest I was thrown out the door and immediately put into the back of a carriage.
My uncle sat beside the man driving, and directed him to where we were going. We soon came upon some abandoned warehouse. I was taken off of the carriage, and dragged into the warehouse.
The place looked old and dirty, giving me chills. A policeman opened up a trapdoor on the floor and I was escorted down the flight of stairs. We were facing a long hallway now, and at the very end was a door. It looked to be a dungeon door, but that couldn't be right. A dungeon underneath a warehouse?
The door was unlocked with a silver key, and I was pushed in. Yup, I was right. A dungeon. I turned and looked at the officer, and he gave me a sheepish, evil grin. Wait… No way! He wasn't a real cop! None of them were…they were my uncle's goons. Why didn't I notice?
And now I'm here. I've been here for about three months, or so I thought. I couldn't be underground completely, since there was a window.
I haven't seen any sign of life for the past four days. Have they forgotten about me? I ran a hand through my hair, and flinched as my fingers came in contact with that oily feeling, and a lot of dirt. A bath would make me smile, something I have done for the past six months.
I was starving, I had to admit. Those goons didn't do a good job at feeding me, but they didn't let me starve for four days either. I did occasionally get to wash up, but they only gave me five minutes for fear that I'd escape. But why weren't they showing up?
I heard a small squeaking noise, and felt something crawl over my shoe. The rat crawled over to a small hole and left me.
I drew in a big breath, and let it out. Was I going to die? Surely they were smarter than to leave me in here to die. I mean, they had to at least have some kind of common sense. Or maybe they were morons.
I rose to my feet and walked to the window, wrapping my fingers around the bars and stared up at the dark midnight sky…