Cootie Shot (Unexpected Part 4 that Miami forced me to write ;D)

Dear Mother,

I'm mailing this letter to you to tell you what happened. I know I told you that I didn't know where Margo went, that I supposed that she left, but I must tell you that that isn't true. This is what really happened – the whole truth now.

Oliver had just left us in the dank, smelly cellar. I was frightened, but I could tell that Margo was even more so – I could hear her crying.

“Margo, shh,” I comforted, trying to squeeze closer to her. When I reached out my arms for a hug, however, the chains stopped me short and I felt tears well up in my eyes.

Soon enough, Margo fell asleep. I really needed to pee and I was hungry and her sleepy whimpers scared me. I let a silent tear roll down my cheek and fall onto my wrists, which were folded in my lap.

Suddenly I felt the chains loosening. I could move my wrists around in them. They were coming off! I forced myself to cry harder, thinking of all the times I'd been shouted at in class, all the best friend fights I'd had with Margo, all the slaps I'd had from my numerous stepfathers.

Finally, I was able to slip my wrists through the little handcuffs. I jumped for joy, but only once, because I didn't want Oliver to come back and catch me.

I then remembered Margo, and my heart sank. She couldn't cry through willpower – she'd had such a happy life! And I couldn't cry in front of her; her face would make me burst out laughing.

I couldn't wake her up and then leave her – it would break my heart. So I fiddled with the door, opened it up, and left.

I don't know whether she's still there. I don't know if she's even alive, Mum! I'll never forgive myself for doing what I did, but I know it was the right choice.

Who knows? Maybe she's safe and well. Maybe she escaped too; maybe she figured out that water could break those chains.

I don't know, Mum. But I pray that she's OK every day. So please don't hate me.

If you were in my shoes, you'd understand.

Your daughter,

Jade.

Happy now, Miami? ;D