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So this 0t5 so if you don't like, then I suggest you bounce. Also it's not edited because it's really late and I'm really excited to get this out there. I've read so many and I feel like some are missing stuff or don't have enough of a relationship with one character and stuff but yeaaaaa I really hope you like it!!!!

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It was dark in this corner of the room, the light barely powerful enough to brighten the doorway, and the air was cold and stiff, causing the small girl to sniffle slightly and the back of her throat to feel funny. Her back stung as she felt the cold wall press against her back as she tried to shrink into herself, her knees tucked into her chest, her arms wrapped around them and her head was bowed, her dark tresses falling around her like a curtain.

"Okay, rat, times up." A gruff voice came from the small opening at the top of the dark brown wooden door, a small click sounding through the silent room, the door opening with a loud creak. The noise caused the small girl to jump, and look up, fear evident in her eyes as she spotted the elderly woman standing outside the door, her foot tapping repeatedly against the floor, her arms crossed. The woman wasn't older than forty-five, her eyes were stone cold blue; her lips were colored red, but were pursed as her eyes rolled; her skin was sickly pale, as if she had some type of disease that chased her throughout the years; her long blonde hair was tucked into a bun, her forehead somewhat shiny, indicating that she hadn't washed it in a couple of days; she wore a plain blue dress with long sleeves stopping just past the elbow; she wore brown sandals that had a worn out pump.

The little girl nodded her head, keeping her composure and calmly walking out of the attic room, knowing that if she ran, she would most likely be spending her time again in the attic during dinner time. Just as she reached the door, she felt a cold hand grasp her shoulder; she chanced a glance at the offensive limb and cringed internally when she saw Ms. Freed's chapped red nails claw at her dirty brown jacket, her nails somewhat digging into her skin.

"I hope you learned from your mistakes, sweetheart, one doesn't touch the TV remote unless I say so. In fact, unless I say jump, you stay still, got that?" Her gruff voice ringing through the little girls ear.

The little girl nodded her head before Ms. Freed let go of her shoulder. Normally, not getting a vocalized answer from a child, would have set off Ms. Freed, but she had come to recognized that no matter the punishment the child remained mute, so she had given up, now only accepting a nod of agreement.

The little girl ran downstairs once the older woman was out of sight, her fear residing in a small box in her brain, as she went into her room and slipped underneath the bed. She laid on her back and untapped the small chalk that was taped to the underside of what was supposed to be her bed. Carefully she turned herself so that she was lying on her stomach, scooting down slightly before she used her chalk to write down a tally. She sighed internally as she looked at the twenty-five other markings next to the one she had put down. She quickly turned around and tapped the small chalk back to where she had gotten it and slid out from underneath her bed. She stood and brushed off her only pair of jeans, hoping there wasn't any stains. Ms. Freed had washed them two days ago, if she saw a stain before the fifth day, she would put the guilty child up in the attic for a whole day without water or food.

She quietly exited her room - which she shared with the other children - and walked down the last set of stairs that lead her to the entrance, her brown eyes scanning her surroundings, ignoring the few pair of eyes of the other frighten children, knowing that once no one was in the attic, their chances of getting in trouble doubled. She chose to sit on the couch and lean her back against the old couch and watched the other children play.

Anna never remembered closing her eyes...

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She felt herself shake, her mind going blurry as light seeped into the darkness, only to look into small green eyes. The boy shook her again, his eyes grew with fear as he heard Ms. Freed's voice coming closer.