Hidden Away

Back at home

    With her bright blue eyes, Mary watched the horse go by her house, out of the drive way by her window of the dreadful, gray, and gloomy prison cell one may call a bedroom. People say having this grand of life style she should be happy, she should spend her days feeling like a real princess wondering around the castle feeling cheerful but no, no one could understand the sorrow she felt in that castle, that terribly appalling castle.  No one could understand the feeling except for him, the one she doesn't know yet. 

   A sudden knock came about on that gloomy door .Mary turned her head, her long silky blonde hair brushed from the side of her face to the back of her shoulder in a fright. She got up from the window seat where she had been sitting at . Mary walked her cold feet along the hard wood floor to the door. When she opened it a women in a black and white maid outfit, with long black  hair and dark brown eyes spoke. 

"Hello miss, you're father sent me to fetch you for breakfast." She spoke in a lovely and sweet tone.  Mary thought for a moment if she wanted to see that god awful man she knew as her father after what happened last night but, after about 30 seconds of thought she spoke out loud.

"Fine but I am not getting all the way dressed just for breakfast, I am staying in my slip to eat" She said with a stern tone.

"yes of course miss" oddly she had delivered that sentence in a nervous tone, almost terrified for that matter. 

  Mary walked out of her dull room she wished that she could fill. She walked down the cold hard wood floored stairs following right behind the women in a maid costume, recently that women has just been hired so Mary hadn't quite caught her name yet. 

  "excuse me, you are new here correct?" Mary had been preparing that sentence for a while now, ever since the old maid she had known has her best friend, got fired yesterday. She had been working here for as long as Mary could remember.  Mary was surprised that her father could fetched new help quickly on that busy day.

" yes you're father hired me yesterday, it was quite out of the blue if I may add" The maid said. 

"I didn't catch your name, may I hear it?" She said with a some what stern tone. 

" Oh yes, of course miss, my name is Ann. But you may call me whatever you like."

" no no, I shall call you Ann, Ann is just a fine name." She delivered back. Some how all this small talk has finally made them reach the dinning hall which is where to two ate each meal. She walked over to her seat at one end of the long table. Her father sat at the other end. Her mother was gone from tuberculosis when Mary was only three. Mary believed that is what made her father so put off and distant. 

  Mary pulled her chair and sat down to wait for breakfast to be severed, Ann was watching over her like a predator watching it pray. Mary always felt as if someone was watching her at all times even if she couldn't see who ever it was. She always felt eyes on her when she went into the garden or even just to lay in their fields. 

  "why aren't you dressed? You should have you're corset done up with a silk dress over it" My father yelled. 

 " I never felt I should get all dressed up just for breakfast!" I snapped back to him. He looked shocked from the way I replied. 

 "You don't talk back you hear me, Mary" He sounded like he wanted just to argue, which was never my intention.

 "I may dress the way I please and speak the way I please" 

" Jeez, This is just the way you acted yesterday! Be a real young women and listen to you're father!" his shouting is starting to frighten me, his tone was one of the angriest I have ever heard. 

 "Are you going to hit me again just like yesterday." I burst out loud. 

His face shocked, eyes wide open, jaw dropped as a ran passed him out the door, up the stairs, pushing open the doors to my room, flopping right where I had started. My silk under skirt brushed lovely against the window seat as I sat down to sorrow in that gloomy room built for my imagination to go no where. My tears run down in a water fall. 

 No one came for me. No one wanted to check one how I was, How was I feeling. Grace always did that, she was the old maid, my best friend. Even though she worked for my father and was 20 years older we both had the same spirit. She was always there, now I have no one. My smile comes as I think of grace but, surly fades when I remember that she is gone from my life.