"Silly girl!" A tall woman strode into a dimly-lit room, a perpetual scowl on her face and her hand raised high. Her dress was pitch black, blending into the shadows. "You ungrateful rat!" She screeched with malice. "GET OUT!"
With a exaggerated flick of her wrist, she smacked a little girl right across the cheek. The disdain in her eyes was plain to see, judging the girl through her things, needle-like eyes. "I won't repeat myself. GET OUT!"
Her hand snapped out in a flash, closing in on the little girl's thin and plae wrist. The girl's eyes dilated in fear, pulling her wrist back just in time before the scary hand could reach her.
The little girl bit her lip, her gaze blurring ever so slightly before focusing back on the monster before her.
A flash of fury etched on the tall woman's face as the little girl dared to avoid her hand. Hurriedly, the little girl bowed to the tall woman, head lowered before her in a show of submission. "I... I..." She stammered, cold sweat dripping down her brow.
The little girl knew she was in deep trouble.
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The moon illuminated the flowers carefully planted in single rows, an errie atmosphere covering the entire street.
A short figure dashed past the beautifully presented flowers, head turning to look at the blooms for a split second before turning away. Partially disappearing into the darkness, a muffled shout followed, cut off immediately after. A heavy silence followed her wake.
"Huff..." Catching her breath, the figure stopped her mad dash through the densely packed trees. She bent down, her hands on her knees as she gasped for air.
"Not... again..." sorrow laced her tone as she collapsed on the ground in a heap, her legs giving way. Tears fell yet again, silent yet heartbreaking. She raised her hands to wipe away the tears, only to realise her left hand was covered with a dark, sticky substance.
In the gloom, she could not pinpoint exactly what it was, but she had a nagging suspicion.
The mistress (the tall woman) was very harsh with her today, as expected since she had zoned out more times than she had expected today. Exactly 11 times. 2 in the morning, 8 in the afternoon and once when running, causing her to almost trip and fall flat on her face.
She felt the familiar smell of roses in a nearby garden and could not help herself but to look at the vibrant shades of red once she had a glimpse. She would have even stayed for longer if she could, admiring their beauty for hours.
Swinging her left hand in the air, she tested for an open wound only to bite back another shout as a searing pain travelled up her arm.
Crap. The bone was broken.