I sat in my room, staring at the rows of beds. 2 rows to be exact, one on each side of the room. There were 8 beds in total.
The window was massive, almost half the width of the wall and next to each bed was a small chest of drawers and a lamp.
I wiped a tear from my face and placed a photograph I was holding on my chest of drawers before standing up and heading to the door.
"Echo!" My sister cried form downstairs. I rushed to greet her as she came through the big, wooden, oak door. Her crutches clicked as they hit the floor when she walked.
She was on crutches because she had a bone disease so to help her walk she had to use crutches.
"Lilith!" I hugged her gently. She had just come back from a hospital appointment and I was glad to see her. We made our way outside where we played hide and seek. I faced a tree and counted.
"1, 2, 3" while she hid. 10 seconds later I went to look for her.
I searched everywhere but I couldn't find her. "Lilith?" I called. "Lilith?" No answer.
15 minutes later I found a door wide open and through it I saw a set of stairs inside which were dark and it smelled musty. "Lilith?" I called timidly.
"Echo!" A weak voice answered. I rushed down the stairs, as fast as I could and arrived at the bottom where my sister lay on the ground, her crutches by her sides.
"What happened? Are you OK?" I asked immediately.
"Yeah I think so. What is this place?" She asked, standing up with her crutches.
"I don't know" And then I flipped the light switch on and the room lit up. A dull bulb hung from the ceiling. There were a few knives and then a door lay positioned near to the stairs.
A heavy bolt shut it tight.
Me and my sister looked at each other, confused and scared. I went up to the door and tried to open the bolt but it was jammed shut with a lock. "Hello?" I called.
Then a small voice answered within. "Help me please. She locked me in here for days. Help!"
"I'll try to get you out" I said, fiddling with the lock when I heard footsteps behind me, coming down the stairs.
Before I could react, a woman came down the stairs and saw us.
She grabbed out arms before we could run and unlocked the door to the room where she had locked the kid and then put us in and slammed the door and locked it.
I stared at the boy. He looked so frightened. "What's your name?" I asked him.
"Cameron" He answered.
5 minutes passed and then we heard screams and I felt heat starting to heat the room. I grabbed the door handle and tried to open the door but it was still locked.
We were all panicking and yelling for help when the door finally opened and we ran through it to see the fire raging outside. The lock must have melted off form the heat.
I grabbed some nearby water and hastily pured it on the fire and then we ran up the stairs as fast as we could with fire all around us.
Minutes later we escaped the building and watched as it burned. It was so sad our home was destroyed but it was lucky we got out alive.