Kyle pushed the worn door open, the annoying creaking sound breaking the silence of the night.
Inside was nothing but a narrow space resembling a room... but it was clean.
He entered their hiding place that no one knew existed while clutching the small bag in his hand.
His body was tired and his muscles burned with pain, while sleep tempted him and nausea clung to him because of the constant hunger.
He closed the door behind him, while his eyes stopped on a little girl lying on a bed in the corner.
Her eyes were closed and her breathing was unstable, while a painful expression was on her tired and thin face.
It was little Mia, who had recently discovered her illness and was struggling to endure the pain, even after the orphanage abandoned her because of the treatment costs.
But Kyle did not... he did not and would not abandon his sister.
He reached her, placing his hand on her and shaking her a little, while some tears gathered in his eyes.
