My eyes opened to see Trisha's room in front of them. The mop still lying on the ground, the bucket still sitting in the corner. I sat up, sucking in the pain. July the second. I had been unconscious for 4 days. they had left me lying on the floor of Trisha's room for 4 days. I stood up and leant of the bed for balance. I stared in the mirror. I looked horrible. Blood had dried on my face. Bruises and cuts covered my cheeks and and back. My guess is they tried to wake me up. I was so hungry, so thirsty. As i walked past the door i saw a smashed plate scattered on the floor. That would explain the bang, i thought. I walked over to the corner of the room and took the mop and cleaned up the mess before EMily or Trisha would see, or remember. I stumbled downstairs to the kitchen to drink from the tap.
"Your alive," Emily stated as she watched me drink. I didn't stop to talk to her or face her, i was too thirsty. "The horses have all been dying. YOu killed our horses." I stopped.
"What?" I asked, turning to face her. She smirked.
"Since you decided to sleep for 4 days, no one fed the horses. Now they are dead. It is all your fault." She said. My fault. All my fault. TeARs welled up in my eyes. No. That couldn't be.
"And we had to order a chef to cook for us while you slept. You will pay for her staying." She continued.
"But i have no money." I said.
"Well then we'll just have to keep our scraps to ourselves." She smirked and walked past me.
"And the stable's beginning to smell. Clean it." And with that she walked away.
I hurried down to the stable's and fell to the ground in horror. Three dead horses lay in front of me. How could they do this. WHy did they not even bother feeding them? Why would they let them die? I started to cry. I was so hungry, still thirsty. Now they won't feed me. They won't care as much for me, And they let the only things i have die. Don't worry. It's nothing.
