Hey, Just to clarify things. Trisha is Emily's sister. sorry if i didn't make that clear :] Hope its ok .
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That night i spent crying. My face was aching, but it had been worse. I couldn't control myself. I kept crying so hard until i had no tears left to cry, but i still had the sadness, i always had the sadness. I could hear Emily and Trisha arguing in their rooms.
"Give it to me emily! YOu dirty slave!"
"How dare you call me that Trisha Montine! You know that is the lowest of the low! If mother knew you have been calling me that!" She continued, making me feel terrible about myself.That was me. I was the lowest. Everything was going wrong. I wished to be beautiful, I wished to be smart, to be rich, to be happy. Why was it that i had nothing. What happened to me. My mother had always said i would be a happy girl, a smart, beautiful happy girl. Why would this happen to me? I started to cry again.
"Oh, shut up Jasmine!" I heard Trisha's voice scream from upstairs. I sat curled up in a ball in the corner of my dark damp cell crying to myself for what felt like hours. Then i heard something. A song. I stood up and wiped my face. I walked towards the window and looked up. A bird. I smiled weakly and looked for something i could stand on. But there was nothing. Not even a chair. I wiped the thought from my head and began to climb. The wall was so uneven that it was easy to climb. When i reached the window i grabbed the metal bars and pulled myself up to sit on the small window cill. I didn't bother wipe away the dust that covered it, i was used to sitting on dirt. I smiled when i saw the bird sitting on the other side of the bars.
"Hello," I whispered. It chirped happily at me. I looked around for its family or nest.
"Where are your friends?" I said to it. It stopped singing. I slipped my hand through the bars, reaching to touch it, but it moved away quickly. "It's ok, I won'y hurt you." I reached for it again. It came towards me and slipped underneath my hand. I laughed loudly. Then quickly covered my mouth, hoping No one heard me. I stroked it smoothly. "Oh, you're injured?" I said to the bird, as i touched a patch covered with blood. I ripped a piece of material of my ratted dress and wrapped the birds wing gently. I don't know why, but seeing this bird made me ashamed. It was as good off as i was. He had no friends or family and was dirty and injured. Yet i had a place to live, company (not that it was good company) and at least some food to eat each day.I still had hope, But this bird had nothing. I could hear footsteps. I panicked. While slipping down the wall i cut my self and landed hard on the cold ground. Emily opened the door and came up to me.
"I heard something. What are you doing?" She said looking around the room.
"Nothing. I-I tripped." I lied.
"I don't believe you." she said. "Watch yourself Jasmine. Or i may not be so kind at dinner." I nodded and watched her walk out, locking my cell as she left. I looked up at the bird just to see it fly away to meet its friends. All my hope was lost. And i was now helpless.
