There are knocks on the other side of the door that complete my song. I knock again. She replies. I realize she is Sylvia.
Me and Sylvia haven't talked much this year. She was my partner in crime all through middle school and the first two years of high school. When mama became sick she became more serious.
She spent most of the summer away from everyone. I lost her that summer. I felt like we are in two different worlds. She knocks again, but to a different melody, a melody to a song mama used to sing to us when we were little.
Another gun shot interrupts our song. No. No. No. I bite my lip to keep from screaming. I reach for the hammer. The other option to pick a lock is to force it.
This wont do any good against guns but it will get this dang door open.
I slow my breathing and relax my shoulders I hold the hammer with both hands.
I pull back and aim at the padlock.
"DON'T! Sirens in the distance. The police will be here soon."
"Are the doors open?"
"Two of them. Cutting all the chains would take too long, but we can direct people out. It's better than nothing."