Unconscious

• Maggie Chau, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2013

Unconscious

The mansion felt awkwardly uncomfortable, but all I wanted was rest and food. I slowly made my way to the antique wooden door and knocked nervously. No one answered for a while but I waited patiently, practising my manners until the door opened. It was a tall elegantly dressed man who answered the door, looking at me suspiciously. “Who are you?” the man finally and kindly asked. It took me a while to reply him.
“Chloe Brindly,” I replied with a soft whisper.
“Would you like to stay here for a few days?” the man asked, showing me the house. It was like he read my mind, so I nodded. The delicious scent of the roast chicken attracted me, but I kept obedient and followed the caring stranger upstairs. He gave me a guest room and closed the door. I had never been in a room that beautiful. There was a queen sized bed with rose blankets and fluffed pillows. There was a dressing room where I placed my spare ripped clothes and an amazing sight of the garden outside the large window. I finally left my temporary room and ate my meal for the night.
I wearily went back to my room, snuggled into the soft bed and almost fell immediately into a deep sleep. I was suddenly awoken by a whisper at midnight, so I cautiously slipped out of my room and listened to the conversation next door. After I heard the words ‘found a girl’ and ‘sell her’, I crept nervously back to my room. I couldn't believe what I had just heard, questions started appearing into my head ‘will I be sold?’, ‘who is he?’ and ‘where will I go?’ I could barely close my eyes that night, fearing that I would think too much. I paced around in circles wondering why he would do that but I couldn't think of an answer.
Although my legs ached I kept pacing around in circles to keep me away from thinking about my future. I then suddenly collapsed onto the floor and began to sob quietly. I didn't know what to do and I had nowhere else to go.
The smell of bacon and fresh eggs woke me up, even though I feared going downstairs, I did, packed.
“Morning Chloe,” he exclaimed, “would you like breakfast?”
“Thank you for taking care of me, but I think it’s time for me to leave,” I replied with fearful voice. I showed him my packed bag and headed for an escape.
“Wait, why don’t you stay longer?” he stammered.
I bowed at him and made my way to the door.
“I could give you a ride”, he offered, but I ignored him. “Stay here!’ he ordered angrily, he headed towards me with his red clutched fists. He was prepared, the door was locked. The chance of escaping was difficult, so I closed my sobbing eyes and waited until he made his move.
I saw and felt nothing, I was unconscious.