Trapped

                                    

                                          

There were three people in a dark room.
                          
If Mel acted like everything was normal, maybe it would be. 
                          
"Don't show your fear, Em, keep it all inside of you. Your feelings are treasures and you shouldn't share them with the world or they'll end up broken," Mel whispered.
                          
Em raised her eyes and glare at her with small lavender eyes. They were the same color as Mel's.
                          
"Why do I have to go, mummy ? I don't want to," she pouted. Her eyes were glistening with tears. The air was heavy, slowly beginning to be invaded by smoke.
                          
Mel swallowed hard and stroked her daughter's dark hair. There was a certain urgency in her gestures.
                          
"You have to go, or they'll take you to a very bad place. Don't worry, I promise we'll see each other again," she insisted.
                          
The little girl started sobbing and her fragile body hugged her mother's. 
                          
Mel heard footsteps. People were coming closer. She took her daughter's hands one more time and turned her around, so she'd face her brother.
                          
He looked around twelve, but his eyes were those of a soldier.
                          
"Take good care of her," she told him.
                          
"I will," he assured her. He raised his eyes at the ceiling. The noises were louder.
                          
Mel lifted Em and placed her in her sibling's arms. 
                          
"You promise you will listen to Ky ?" Mel asked her.
                          
Her daughter nodded.
                          
"I love you, my children," Mel mumbled. 
                          
She fixed the bag on Ky's shoulders. Then, he left byThe door closed behind them as another one opened.
                          
"What have you done with Emilianna !" Mel's husband screamed in anger.
                          
Hulder was at the door. His crooked face teeth were bare and his black hair was covering his right eye. 
                          
"She's safe," she told Hulder. She kept my head down and noticed a dagger lying on the gigantic Persian rug.
                          
"You bitch !" he exclaimed. He slapped her with all his strenght. She bit her tongue. She was feeling dizzy but didn't want to alert her beloved brother. He knew her fate. She did, too. 
                          
She lunged at the dagger in one swift movement. She held it in front of her.
                          
She noticed a hint of fear in Hulder's eyes but it left as soon as it came. 
                          
"Mel, give it to to me or you'll get hurt," he hurried.
                          
She didn't what would hurt her. Mel didn't answer. 
                          
Instead, she stabbed herself in the stomach. 
                          
"Woman ! What have you done !" screamed Hulder.
                          
Mel closed her eyes and smiled. She felt something hot on her belly. It was flowing out of her body. She touched it: blood.
                          
"Sorry Em," she sighed. Within a minute, her body stiffened.