Another Put Down

*For mature audiences only themes of child death, death, abuse, kidnapping.

I stay in that room alone for what I can assume is days. Simon brings me food three times a day along with water. He asks me every time he comes down if I need anything. I’ll answer him with a shake of my head and then he leaves again. He’s a quiet man, but I’m not quite in the mood to say anything. Every other day he checks my bandages. My ankle continues to swell and turn black and blue. The cuts on my head and arm sting but are healing. My knees got bruised and cut open as well, but they were left to scab over since they weren’t an open wound. The day after they removed George; Simon brought me an unopened bottle of aspirin and cough drops. I didn’t thank him considering he helped kidnap me, but I appreciated it none the less.