There is one thing that just keeps recycling in my mind , the most depressing moment when madam Mona told me that father died in an accident,aging in my 16 this is when the picture of my life is becoming clear .
I remember I used to have a nice bedroom
I remember a song sung to me in bed
I remember that I used to have a little nightingale until it flew away to meet its family
I remember father the way he loved me
It was all so clear now that I was sure I had enough thoughts to save my future.My name is Elva , that's what madam Mona calls me she takes care of me now since father died .My father died when I was 5 and I couldn't been able to remember well since then I can't even remember my own name but the other things are slowly appearing in my mind expecially when my fingers go down the cracks on the wall, each Crack holds memories within and tears would always run down my cheek thinking of the wonderful life I had before.
Now it's just totally the opposite Madam Mona sounds like a very nice person but she isn't she a cruel hearted mean codfish .After the death of my father madam Mona moved in and moved my things from my lovely room and shipped me upstairs to this lonely and not so cheerful attic.And she ordered me to do all her part of the chores or else I will be sent to bed without dinner and I would also get a slap if my cleaning up had a speck of dust in it .
The way she treats me makes me want to run away from here ,but I can't I don't know where to go or stay .A chill runs down my spine the minute the thought of her pops up It's nearly inevitable for me to have fear .
What's worse she told me that father gave her all the rights of his riches and property . Now I'm left with nothing at all ,all I was left is the things in this attic and this attic.
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Mystery / Thrillerhey guys I'll slowly publish my story because I just started ....so pls don't discontinue reading