4 Chapter 4
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𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒓
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Chad and Stacy waited outside of the therapist's office making no sound whatsoever. They sat two chairs apart from each other and didn't bother speaking to each other even if something happened. They blamed each other for what had happened for different reasons that were involved with the accident.
After a long moment of silence, the therapist opened his office door and escorted them inside. both of then sat on a different seat further apart but the therapist urged them to seat together so he wouldn't look in two different directions.
"Now, " The therapist began. "How are both of you doing?"
How were they doing? They could think of only a few things to say. "We are struggling, but we'll manage." "Thats none of your business, We would rather get this over with." "You are used to this, you should know how we are doing." Or maybe even, "God knows how we are doing." But instead, They said nothing.
"I see, " the therapist nodded. "Where shall we begin..?"
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Ann woke up when the sun shined through the window of the room she slept in. Bright and a bit painful to stare at. She used her arms to cover her eyes but decided she would wake up since it was already almost Eight AM. There was no sign of her parents being awake, but that was fine. She could watch TV until they wake up she chose. She walked around the house but couldn't find a TV, a phone, a tablet, nothing. No electronics. How could anyone live like this?
She went into the kitchen and opened the pantry. There was a cereal box that sat on the top shelf that read, Sugar Flakes. She stretched as much as she could but she couldn't reach the box no matter how hard she tried. After thinking of how to get the box, she had a brilliant, fool-proof plan. She took one of the dining room chairs and climbed onto it to increase her height. When she got the box she looked into the shelf and saw something on the other side. It looked like a long pipe with a wide enough opening to see what was inside. Cobwebs.
She reached her hand inside the shelf. She felt a calm breeze coming from inside that crawled up her arm. She snapped her fingers. The meek click of her fingers echoed down the pipe for a few seconds. She snapped two more times, listening to the same echo.
"Hello, " She spoke into the pipe hearing what sounded like millions of children saying the exact thing. "Is anybody home?"
After waiting, she called again. "Hello?"
"Hello?" A voice responded. It sounded gruff as if it belonged to a large man, most likely African-American.
"Hello? Is that you?" She asked, a bit startled.
"It is me." The voice answered. "What is your name?"
"My Name is Ann."
"Hello, Ann. My name is Trigger."
She took the box and threw it on the ground below. "Where are you from?" she asked.
"I am from under the city. There are others down here."
"There's more?"
"There is, My child. Listen to me, are your parents there with you?"
"No."
"I need to speak to them immediately. Do you know when they are available for me?"
"No."
"Alright, then listen to me, and remember this. You and your family are in danger. This town is not what you think. Leave before this Sunday, get to the nearest location for help, and tell them all about this place."
"What's wrong?"
"If they find out I was talking to you, They will find me and kill me. Get out while you can!"
"Trigger?"
He didn't answer.
"Trigger?"
