Day thirty two, thought Lilly-Lynne as she marked a line on the wall. Thirty-two days she’d been in the tower, thirty-two days of watching her town get destroyed. The once joyous place was now a disaster. She sighed and stood up. The room around her had served as her home for thirty-two days. Not really what Lilly-Lynne was used to. She missed her room in the mansion. The four poster bed with a canopy, her elegant dresser and vanity, the soft rugs, this place was not fit for a bedroom. A desk stood in the corner and an empty bookshelf was next to it. There was a little blow-up mattress against the wall, which had been giving her pains for thirty-two long days. Many un-useful things cluttered the room. Posters with complicated plans on them sat in a bucket, a collection of rubber ducks were lined on a shelf. The walls were lined with junk that Lilly-Lynne had scrounged through for a while.
She walked to the desk, hoping to find another secret drawer. When she last opened a drawer, she found it opened wider than she thought, and behind a piece of wood that blocked her view was a bright yellow balloon. It was about two days ago. She had picked up a piece of paper and wrote her note, blew up the balloon with the note inside, and, getting on the roof, let it go. That night she recalled a day long ago with her father, who was now dead. They were having a picnic and Lilly-Lynne was just little.
"Hello, Princess," a man in a dark cloak had said. His voice was more of a loud hiss. Lilly-Lynne turned around. She remembered being frightened by the man under the hood.
"My daddy told me not to talk to strangers." She said, glancing around to see exactly where her father was. She spotted him gathering berries. The man nodded.
"That’s okay, I’m not a stranger," He replied.
"You aren’t?" Lilly-Lynne asked. He shook his head.
"No, your daddy knows who I am." He continued, "We used to be good friends, actually. But your daddy decided that he didn’t like me one day, now were not." Lilly-Lynne nodded.
"Oh. And why doesn’t daddy like you?" She asked him.
"Because when you were born, I killed your mother. I would have killed your daddy too, but he stopped me." He took a step towards Lilly-Lynne, but she took a step back and screamed. Her dad looked up and saw the hooded man. He had charged at him and knocked him to the ground. In her fright, Lilly-Lynne dropped her doll, Lizzie. Thinking back on that, Lilly-Lynne began to wonder where her doll was now. She didn’t have a chance to think for long, because the sound of glass breaking interrupted her thoughts. She ran to the window and leaned out as far as she could to see what was going on. Luckily for her, there was no fog that day so she could see all the way down the tower.
There was a boy about her age, 13, carrying big bags of groceries. On the ground beside him was a broken milk bottle. The balloon was nowhere to be seen. A Saraka walked up to him and they talked for a second. She watched as the boy cleaned up the glass and cringed at his bloody hands. The Saraka said was quiet for a second, and then said something. When the boy replied, the Saraka spat on his shoe and pointed at the boys’ stomach. Lilly-Lynne got a sickening feeling when she saw that he had pulled out a bright yellow deflated balloon.
She didn’t take a second to think over what she was doing. She ran to the wall and grabbed the worn out bow and arrows she had found. Hurriedly, she wrote a note, tied it to the arrow with a strand of leather, and took aim. The Saraka had the balloon now, and was pulling out the letter. Her archery skills were rusty, but she still remembered the lessons her father had put her in as a little girl. She pulled back and let fire, the arrow screamed through the air. It hit its mark and the Saraka fell forward instantly. Black goo was spilling out from the wound. She ducked back in the tower and sat with her back pressed on the wall. She was a murderer. They had a reason to kill her. Hopefully, she didn’t scare off the boy; he had her letter and could save her. But, he didn’t know who she was. Would he still save her if he didn’t know who she was? Lilly-Lynne could feel the warm tears rolling down her cheeks again. I’m never getting out of here, she thought. She stayed that way for a while, holding her knees to her chest, salty tears running down her cheek.
She was on the brink of falling asleep when she heard footsteps outside. They were hollow, echoing off the walls of the buildings. At first, she thought she was dreaming, but when she sat up to look out the window, she saw the shadow someone walking. The sun had gone down, and she could barely see. Fumbling around the room she found her candles and lit them then looked to the window again. The boy stopped walking and looked up at the window. Looking closer, she saw it was the boy who had found her note. She saw his eyes get wide and he looked faint. He shook his head in disbelief, bowed his head in respect to her, and then ran away. She sighed, feeling relieved. She knew he wouldn’t be sneaking around in the dark for no reason; no he was going to save her.
I'm sure you can come up with something fantastic - your other descriptions are not lacking like this one.
