I woke up at 5:30 am. I made sure i didn't sleep in. I made breakfast for them and cleaned up their mess, yet still i felt worthless and depressed. I was in the middle of cleaning the plates, making sure i left them shining when i heard someone scream my name.
"Jasmine!" Trisha called from upstairs. "Clean my floor! It's disgusting! I thought you cleaned it yesterday!" She screamed. "Now!" I hurried upstairs to Trisha's room with the mop and bucket.
"Good servant," She said to me before walking out, leaving me standing in her huge room. I sighed and splashed the mop into the bucket of soaped water and began cleaning. It felt like hours before only half of her room was clean. I was getting hot, Which was funny. It was meant to be quite cold outside, and inside was not heated. Miss montine says heat makes you sweat, so it is better to be cold. The mop slipped out of my hands. They where clammy. Why were they clammy? Then it happened. The room started spinning around me. Everything was changing colours. I heard a voice echo. It was calling my name. Screaming my name. I saw the shape of a person standing by the door. Something smashed against the floor, making a loud noise,hurting my ears. I started to scream for help. Everything was fading. I didn't know what was happening to me. I was in pain. My head was aching so much. I was so dizzy. I lost all vision and feel hard to the floor. All i remembered was hearing a loud piercing scream that echoed in y head. Then the room faded to black.
TRISHA'S POV.
I ordered Jasmine to clean my room immediately. To be honest with myself, It was actually quite clean, but seeing my slave clean and suffer was entertaining. "Jasmine!" I screamed, hoping the slave had heard me. I heard a groan from downstairs. "Clean my floor! It's disgusting! I thought you cleaned it yesterday!" I waited for a response, but heard nothing. "NOW!" I yelled. I heard some clattering beneath me before jasmine came into my room holding the cleaning supplies. I smiled. "Good servant," I said to her cleverly before walking out into the hall. When i reached the kitchen i noticed that my plate was still dirty. How dare that stupid lazy slave not do her jobs properly! I picked up the plate and walked up to my room angrily, screaming the slaves name as i went. When i reached the door all i saw was Jasmine scattering around i my room. She was covering her ears and her eyes where shut tight. She was screaming. So i screamed.I dropped the plate which smashed on the ground. I was terrified, She fell to the floor and cut her head badly. Blood was dripping down her face. She begged for help. But i wasn't touching that dirty slave. I screamed one last time before running out. That was enough to make me sick.
