I took a deep breath.
I was about to learn the truth.
Praying silently to myself, I lifted the first piece of paper.
An invoice.
Not very interesting.
Until I read what it was for.
Refurbishing.
For the attic.
I froze.
I could just picture the cold hard bed, the windows on which heavy draperies hung that I was forbidden to open.
The long cold nights.
A tear slipped down my cheek.
This was the beginning of the end.
I was inching closer and closer to oblivion.
I was this close to no longer existing.
Goodbye cruel world I thought bitterly as I reluctantly picked up the next piece of paper.
My birth certificate.
Hidden.
Away from view.
So no one would ever see it and know I ever existed.
The tears fell harder now.
It was almost set.
In concrete.
The next and last piece.
A slip for some camping equipment.
A two man tent and a large picnic basket.
This puzzled me a little.
Why would I need a two man tent when I was hidden away in the attic?
It’s not like I could have sleepovers in it.
But I knew why the picnic basket was there.
Just like the evil grandmother in ‘Flowers in the Attic.’
So, they would feed me.
Probably only powered doughnuts though.
Powered with arsenic.
A strangled cry escaped my lips and I flew from the room, leaving the drawer gaping open and all the papers strewn around it.
So it was there.
My fate.
Their cruel, barbaric plans for my fate.
It was all there in black and white.
I was about to me eliminated.
But blow my down if I was about to let them do it!
No way in hell!
No way baby, I was getting out of their before their plan could go any further.
I was running for my life.
Outta there.
Straight away I started packing, grabbing a suitcase from the hall closet.
In a daze I threw in clothes, books, all my favourite things, photos, my teddy and all the money I had saved in a tin under my mattress.
I packed in record time, the reality of the situation having still not quite dawned on me.
I just knew I had to get out of there.
To save my life.
I didn’t leave a note, I just left.
Out the backdoor, making sure I locked it on my way out.
Without a second glance, I ran down the street to the bus stop where I normally caught the bus to school from.
Well, I thought ironically as I waited for the next bus, I’ll never be doing that again.
Catching the bus to school.
Then I wouldn’t have been anyway.
Not after everything was done.
The bus came and I jumped on.
As it pulled away from the curb, I knew I would never see my house and family again, and I began to feel really sad.
But then the visions of the attic and all I had learnt today hardened my heart and I turned my back on the window that would give me the last view of my house, and my life.
I was on my own and I was going to live out the rest of my life in the sun.
Not in a dusty attic where I would be forgotten.

Six
Eight

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