Jul 19, 2006 23:02
It's been night-time two times already but she stays curled up, crying, and hiding under the bed. She's so scared that her hands haven't stopped shaking and there's no-one to talk to, nothing to do, other than cry. Her tummy stopped rumbling ages ago, she's gone past hungry now. But she knows she has to eat. Ami always said so. That makes her cry some more. Ami's never gonna tell her that again.
Slowly, bravely, she gets out from the bed and doesn't look at the floor at all. She knows what's there. The picture keeps coming back to her when she tries to sleep. With her head high, almost looking at the ceiling she goes to the kitchen. There's water in a carrai and she drinks it thankfully. She really doesn't feel like eating, but for Ami's sake she takes a few bites of the falafal. Straight away she's sick on the floor. When she looks down, it's Zahra little bhein she's been sick on.
Screaming, she runs all the way back to under the bed and curls herself even tighter than before, making both her arms and legs and neck hurt lots. "Ami, Abu, please, please, please come back. I'll be so good. I'll do everything you say. I'll even do the chaat on the floors. Please." She says as loudly as she has the energy to manage anymore.
alone