"Someone once told me that none of us are actually afraid of the dark; we're scared of the things it conceals from us. We're afraid of having something with the potential to hurt us standing right before our eyes and not restringing it as a threat... People can be like that too"
Amara seemed like she was a good person for Harry to fall in love with. She has that same spark in her eye that I did when I too had fallen in love with Harry. But things were getting a bit awkward now, I didn’t know where to start and I doubt she knew what to ask, so I called for my helper to bring up some tea and cookies for us while we talked.
“So how did you and Harry meet?” she finally spoke up, timidly.
“We grew up together, our fathers worked in the same factory and our mothers were both stay at home moms, so we had ‘play-dates’ all the time when we were young, then as we got older we were friends. Harry watched my heart get broken by the first crush I had ever had, his name was Sean, I was in my 7th year of school and after I was crying because Sean had a girlfriend or didn’t like me Harry swore that he would never hurt my heart like that. Of course we grew older still and he began developing feelings for me that I could never really see, then he asked me out and from there we dated, through everything, I have the promise ring he gave me a couple years ago and the presents he has given me from anniversaries past, minus the flowers of course,” I chuckled at the remembrance of my times with Harry, “I kept the love letters and the pictures, the diaries I’ve kept over the years, and all the small keepsakes from where we would go on trips or even just to restaurants. It’s all in a box hidden away for him to see the day that I’m no longer here. Although my days are melting away quicker than the rest of you, I know I’ve spent it well, and not even many 70 year olds can say that so I’d say I’m pretty well off in this life of mine… what about you? What’s your story?”
Amara sighed taking in the story I had just given her, sitting a little straighter in her chair she tilted her shoulders back towards the chair and a small popping noise seemed to echo, then she took her hand and slowly put her hair behind her ear. “My story?” she said furrowing her brow, “I don’t really have a story honestly,” she paused for a minute as I readjusted my position so my legs were tucked under my body.
“I lived with my mother, father and brother. We had a pretty normal life, nothing too extravagant, but nothing measly either. We used to go to the beach and I’d swim a lot of the time. I grew up with a small group of friends, and some boys who paid attention to me, but I never gave them a second glance. I was involved in writing, plays, and music mostly at school. I’ve been singing since I can remember, but not many people have heard me sing. Um… my father lost his job and my family began living off of ends-meat, then when he got sick I had to start working. My brother who is just a few years younger than me began working as soon as I started as well, but he had smaller jobs,” she paused again taking her thumb and her pointer finger to her bottom lip and pulling it out slightly before continuing again, “I was on my way from dropping my brother off at his job when I was taken. Someone just pulled up in a van, and then the man grabbed my shoulder pushing a dirty rag to my mouth and shoving me into the car, when I woke up I was in a confined space. There were windows, but they had been bored up to keep us in and the smell was just awful. That first night I was in the cage I was screaming all night, the three other people in the cage with me did nothing, they just sat there. It was an older woman, and a woman about four years older than me with her young daughter. They were dirty and wore baggy clothes. The second day I woke up to the light. The man had found another woman and her daughter, this woman was also on the young side with an even younger daughter. After being in the darkness it hurt my eyes at first when the sun flooded in, but I lunged towards the cage door as an escape plan, little did I realize that I was chained up and couldn’t move more than half an inch, which wasn’t close to what I needed to clear the cage. The man hit me and I sat back down silently. As he chained the mother and her daughter I looked around at the old woman who wasn’t breathing quiet right, and had blood stains on her clothes while the mother held tightly to her daughter whose lips were an unnatural shade of light pink. I thought I was going to die there. We had holes in the floor for us to use the bathroom, of course the young girl didn’t know about that at first, so for the days that followed after we met the new mother and daughter, the cage smelled. The oldest women used the hole to throw up out of, after she was done it smelled like blood, and she would either drift off into sleep or her breathing would become faint again. She died the day after, but the man didn’t come to move her out of the cage...” Amara stopped talking again, “I don’t think this is what you meant by my story is it?”
“Not necessarily but I don’t mind honestly, I like knowing more about you, good or bad,” I was just being honest; I had no problem with her telling me all of these things. Even if I was just here to listen to her I knew she hadn’t opened up to anyone about this. I could practically hear her screams when she slept.
“If you want me to stop please just say something,” she sighed again, “The man didn’t come to move her out of the cage, he didn’t come check on us for two more days, flies started building and the smell started getting worse, then he opened the cage doors only to grab the old woman and to give us some stale bread. I hadn’t eaten in a week maybe, leaving off of the water that seeped through the cracks in the cage windows, but there were two mothers and their two daughters in the cage with me. I gave them both most of my bread, so they could have more for their children. The mothers nodded their heads at me, and the girls gave a weary smile.
I stopped trying to escape after a while. I couldn’t remember when it was morning or night, so I always tried to stay up because I was too worried to close my eyes. After a while the man opened the cage door again and letting in the light that I had grown to hate. One after the other we got out of the cage and were standing next to a line of other girls. I kept my head down as men walked back and forth from one end of the line to another. They didn’t even look at me, but the oldest mother and her young daughter stepped back from the line, they took off running, then two gun shots rang out, one for the mother, and the other for her daughter. The men were quick to exchange after that and I was the only on left sanding from the original group.
The man who took me came back with nine other girls. Shoving them towards me he locked us all together in a line, with small cords of rope to connect us to the person in front and behind us. Then he took small sections of cloth and tied them around our eyes, so that again the darkness swallowed us. We all crammed back into the cage and squeezed together so there was room, no one said anything; other than the couple of girls who let out whimpers throughout what I assume was the night. Time went by again, I’m not sure how long, a week maybe, the cage door had only been opened once, to throw more stale pieces of bread. But our blindfolds were not taken off; we sat there silent and sightless. The next time the cage door was opened the man was there, talking to us, “Here we are girls, come on out now” the man said sternly, others groaned around me and pushed forward so they didn’t have to be in the dark any longer. “Remember girls; keep your eyes down, don’t speak unless spoken to, line up and whatever you do don’t run. We know what happens when you run don’t we?” I knew that everyone was nodding even if I had not been given sight yet. I knew the drill now, so I no longer tried to fight. He walked down the line of girls untying each of their blindfolds one by one. I was one of the last ones to be untied, and even though I’ve been here for some weeks I jump at the sudden jolt of light, so I shut my eyes again.
I knew the drill, keeping my head down I waited. No one had lifted my head, until I met the other man... Paul is his name I believe. He lifted my head, and then went to bargain with the man. They exchanged money and the transaction was complete. Four of the ten girls went with an old man; there were six of us left. Then the other man… Paul I mean, he took me, and two others. Then there were three girls left, the man took them back into the cage. I never saw them again, and now… I’m here, that’s my story,” she finished, with a sigh. Stirring her tea with the small spoon she looked out over the garden, with a distant look in her eyes.
((A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is so short, I just wanted to get this out to you guys. I hope you enjoy it, tell me what you think about Amara's story in the comments!!))