" I'm sor-"
"DON'T, JUST DON'T SAY IT. YOU DO NOT EVEN DESERVE TO SAY IT AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! I BEGGED YOU, SCREAMED AND PLEAD, BUT YOU DIDN'T HEED MY WORDS. THEN WHY SHOULD I!"
I yelled with tears streaming down my face when witnessing m...
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And with that I started cleaning the toilet profusely with a scrubber and puked countless times when the foul stench gets too much. At the thirteen days they had given me food that was rice and chilli. Like what typical prison food was served and by now I can tell that all of those was thrown out of my guts. I was cleaning without checking the time and when I was trying to clean the last toilet I could see that it had turned night. I turned and went to turn the knob of the door only to witness it being locked.
Shit! What now!
I turned and twisted the knob, banged the door and shouted for help but it was of no use. No one came. With the excruciating pain in my legs from the shot, electrifying and standing in here for I do not know how many hours, my legs were numb and finally gave up making me drop down to the floor. Although I tried my best in cleaning the toilets but it was damn dirty that there are still stains of poop and smell of urine planted there. It made me more nauseous and I vomited again, but this time it was very painful to vomit as I could feel cramping feeling in the abdominal area.
I forcefully turned and twisted the stubborn knob to no avail.The door remained firmly shut, impervious to my frantic pounding.My throat raw from shouting out for help although there were little to no chances, I still tried my best. I do not want to relish my last moments on the toilet that has the remnants of poop and my vomit. I tried my level best for the cleaning but it was very extreme to do the cleaning in the condition that I am. With my little energy that I had, I tried one last time banging my fists on the door.
"Hell- hello, anyone there!"
I could hear footsteps gushing outside bringing out the hope in me. I banged the door once more so that the people outside could hear. "HELLO I AM HERE! PLEASE LET ME OUT!"
"Hey who is in there?" was a voice that sounded foreign to me. It was a gruff deep voice that was different from the demon.
"Hey I was trapped here while cleaning could you let me out please?" I pleaded.
"Uhmm, Amaira?"
I was bewildered on how the person knew my name but it was not the concern I had of now. I needed to get out of here quick, the stench was really killing me. "Yes, its me could you please help me out,"
There was a moment of silence before I hear the rattling of the door, "uhmm, could you wait a moment I need to go and bring the key."
"Okay," I whispered as I had no energy left of now. Sooner I could see the room starting to fade before my eyes, shapes and colors blending into a muddy greyness and sooner I went into unconsciousness.
The moon was crying for the child that was trapped in the prison who had no idea on what she had done but was beaten brutally by her guardians who used be named as her parents siblings. More than guardians they were leeches and vile who were trying to leech all of the properties of the poor girl who had no idea that she was being used by her guardians but she still had hope as she had someone who will protect her from all this and that was her bhai. Adithya bhai. He was a protector and shield to her and defied all of his ways with his parents when they are brutally hitting the 8 year old.
