Here goes all my hope to escape christmas in this place. Seriously it’s just another fucking pointless holiday, people!
Not for us, it isn’t.
I’m not too sure, to be honest! I’m used to spending Christmas with my family, so that would be nice, but I doubt that’s going to happen.
Yeah..I sure wish I was with my family. But unless we have a Christmas miracle, looks like we’re stuck here.
I’m the worst at keeping idle, so I’ve been thinking about having our own little Christmas.
"That’s a great idea… I was thinking about making up some cookies too for everyone." She smiled at the idea of bringing Christmas to the people stuck in their cells yet.
Cameron’s eyes lit up at her idea, and he nodded in agreement. “See, doesn’t have to be so bad after all. Now all we need is a Santa Claus to break us out of here in time for Christmas morning.”
Olivia raised a brow at the man, but quickly followed suit until she was beside him. “It would probably be in some kind of supply closet.”
"Right.." Cameron mused as they walked around a bit, looking for a supply closet. When he saw a door labeled Maintenance and Supplies , he turned around and gave Olivia a big smile and a double thumbs up. “Bingo!” He tried the door, but it was jammed. “Come on, come on.” He wiggled the door knob and kicked at the door with his foot. “It’s locked,” he finally stated, rubbing his chin. “We need a card..or a wire.”
Yeah, But It’s not the best thing when you don’t have a cuddle buddy and you’re stuck in these nasty cells.
I know, the cells are one of the worst parts. I wish I could help…if only I knew where the key was. Do you want anything? I can bring it to you.
Melanie nodded, her smile softening at the mention of how old his sister was. As they entered the garden, Melanie admired how beautiful it was, just like when she first stumbled upon it and spent a couple of hours wandering around. She watched as Cameron knelt down in front of violets and laughed softly before he spoke of not being able to see her, which made her experience a pang of guilt. She turned to a tea rose bush, gazing at its pale pink flowers as she spoke. “I’m, um, sorry you can’t see her. I know you probably miss her and all..” Her fingers reached for the petals of a rose, feeling the softness of them before she turned to face Cameron. “And I know you might hate me for bringing you here and keeping you away from home,” she said, managing to keep eye contact with him for a moment before her gaze dropped. Truthfully, she knew there was a chance that Cameron would resent her for what she did, and even if she accepted it, that didn’t mean she would like it. That was the last thing she wanted.
She was sorry? Cameron looked up at Melanie. “I’m sorry, too. Christmas was her favorite. Especially when we used to bake cookies and cupcakes for Santa..but ended up eating most of them ourselves.” He thought for a moment then asked, “When is this..whole slave-owner thing..going to be over? She’s only going to be home for two weeks.”
"Not on me. But I’m sure we can find some." She replied a small smile on her face. "What do you need it for?"
"Well, I can’t let the others out of the cells because I’m not an..um, owner, so I thought I could bring Christmas to them instead. I’m thinking winter wonderland on the left, Santa’s workshop in the middle, and a gingerbread house on the right."
"I’m sure it wouldn’t be hard finding some." Olivia heard spray paint and the rebellious plans already began to form in her head.
"Hmm, maybe if we can’t find spray paint, we can as least find paint. This place is sort of new-looking..there must be some paint cans around here." Cameron began walking away, gesturing for the girl to follow.