Little Widow (Romanogers)

Just next door

Amelia POV:

I'm so hungry. So so hungry. The men stopped coming with the little of food they came with. Are they trying to starve me?

I curl up into a ball, I'm so freaking cold. No matter what, I can't seem to get my warmth back. I even curl into the little thin blanket I was given. It wasn't this cold before, why is it so cold now. The handcuffs aren't as tight as they were before, that's good I guess.

I hear the boots of the guards walking by, every single time hoping someone comes with food. But they never do. After a bit I would normally get up and over to the door, banging, begging for something. I'm just too tired now, so I can't.  I can't even get up from the floor to stare out the window.

I spend my days listening. Listening to everything that happens outside. Occasionally the room next door is opened and closed. I wonder if it might be food they're getting.

Soon enough I sleep almost all the time. Then, the sound I've been waiting for. My latch. It opened. "Oh thank you" I whisper as my voice wouldn't cooperate with me.

"Если хочешь еды. Давай, слабенькое дитя." (If you want the food. Come get it, walk child) The harsh voice of a guard yells through the door.

I try to push myself up. My arms give out. I try again. Failing. I don't know how long I try, but eventually I do get to my feet. They are shivering beneath me. I even walk a few steps, but then my legs give out as well. I fall down with a thump.

I don't know how long I was out, but when I come back to it I have this newfound strength. I start dragging myself towards the hatch. Once I'm under it, I pull myself up just enough to get to the food.

I don't even know what this is, but I don't care. Once I'm finished, I do feel a little better but not as much as I'd like. Guessing by the light outside, it's a few hours later when they come with more food. Over the coarse of the next few days people have come to cover any wounds I have and make sure I look decent I guess. Why? Beats me.

Once again some food comes over. I get it, now that I have some of my strength back. I don't know what it is, but there's something about this food that feels.. I don't know, good? It's just some potatoes and what I think is chicken wings.

-Flashback-

I'm sitting at the table in my high chair. My mom puts something weird on my plate. I scrunch my nose. Just like I'm saved by the bell, there's a knock on our door. Suddenly it just opens.

"Yelena!" Mom says and gets up. She hugs her and I make grabby hands. I know who she is, I just don't know what to call her.

She comes over to pick me up. "Do you remember me Lia? Probably not, as it's been a while" she says.

But I do. I do remember her. "Silly" I say and shake my head.

"Ah you think it's silly?" She says and laughs. I laugh with her. "Well then, you'll call me Auntie Yey. Because I'm so much fun" then she pulls something out from behind her back. "I brought chicken wings. Now you don't have to eat that preposterous thing" she says pointing towards the table.

She puts me back down and pours some onto my plate, then mamas and then hers. "Yelena, you have to cut it up for her, she's way to young to eat the whole thing"

"Fine, fine. Has the child eaten this before?" She asks.

"No, I don't think so"