5
Katherine
I wake to footsteps. I roll over, expecting him. Instead, it’s two older men, carrying in a desk. They are dressed in a uniform of sorts, each wearing baggy grey pants, and a matching long sleeve shirt. I sit up, alarmed.
My stomach growls with hunger.
“Hello?” I ask, scrambling to the foot of the bed.
One of the men looks at me with something like pity in his wizened brown eyes, but the other speaks to him sternly in Spanish. He drops his eyes, chastised, and they move the desk to the corner by the window.
“You have to speak to me,” I argue, darting out of bed. I step in front of one of them, blocking him from leaving.
Without meeting my eyes, he roughly shoves me aside, continuing on his way out of the room. I follow them as far as I can until my golden chain is pulled
