Dedicated to catrina Burgess
My favourite writer who inspired me to start this one
I look inside the window half afraid and she looked straight at me. As if.. As if she is able to see me in real... Does she????? I keep staring at her. She keeps herself busy in work. Cleaning each thing in the little room she is locked in. Then she folds the bed left and slowly with her little hands. Start doing the dishes and goes on from one work to another. The breeze sadly sings through the leaves that I hide in and every noise around wanes away as the glaring sun came down and the day started melting into night. I kept hanging on the tree, one branch to another. Watching her all the time. She was actually looking at me, which is a strange thing because noone other than her is able to see me, notice me or pay any attention to me.they sometime glance nervously up in the branches..... But they never ever notice. But Ann does. She is Anne... Her aunt calls her that. She wakes Ann up kicking her and then she shouts and shouts on her, cursing, scolding and kicking. Asking her to do this and that. And then in the evening she locks her in, puts make up on her face and goes away to return in the morning. To start her kicking, and cursing again. Ann remains silent.. But sometimes she looks where I hide in the leaves as if she can see me... And right now... She is looking at me again..
I don't remember who I am but I have realized one thing... I was a human once like her but now... I am not..
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