The day you moved my cage into a different room was the day that I found out that I wasn't the only one.
You told me that I was being replaced, so A small part of me thought you were setting me free. But really, you moved me into the kitchen of your house, two other girls, a little older than me, were in there with me. They were dressed in the same nightgowns as I, and they were each motionless. I guessed that they were numb also.
The sobs of a younger girl filled my ears. I saw you lifting a cage with a small girl, she looked around six or seven which I realized was the age you captured me also.
You took her into the room that I had been in all of those years. You had a system, I gathered.
You kept a small girl in a room until she is around sixteen, then you put them in a different room and replace them with another small girl. I wondered what you did with the people who grew old. It seems impossible, considering you aren't the youngest yourself. You must be keeping two or three smaller girls at a time. The two girls in my room didn't speak. I couldn't see their features because they were facing another way, asleep.
You must have been really lonely, keeping all of these girls here, but I have a newsflash. We all hate you. So if having heaven knows how many girls that hate you in your house makes you less lonely, then go for it, but I hope you know that your going to hell.
A/N: sorry for the curse word!! I know that my other books have them in there, but I wanted this book to be curse free. But.. you know.. she DID
get locked up for years and years.. can you blame her?Oh and in the next update her name is going to be revealed!! Yay! comment names you think should be the girls in her rooms name. (Sorry if that was confusing)
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