A new place

After enough of grapple I finally made it to the third floor.

The vague noise confirms the human presence, still it's way too quite for a school. I look for the room number carved on my key. My room number is thirty five and to my right I can already see it in the end.

I open the room and the the smell of old stale furniture spreads in my nose so strongly that I can feel it in my tongue.

It's a small narrow room with a small bed a tiny wardrobe and a study table. That's all you can keep in. A large window is there, right opposite to the door with the view of the woods.

I like the place, because of it's solitude. I will not have any one else to disturb me. This is more than I could ask for.

I take a bath and change in something comfortable. I open up my bag and have a look on my school dress. A navy blue plaid skirt with a full sleeved light blue shirt. In addition there's a tie, an overcoat and a pair of socks and black shoes. In the end of the bag there's a huge paper of Do's and Don'ts of Atwood's. The list of Do's is pretty long but the don'ts outnumber them.

There's a subtle knock on the door. I put my things back and open the door and sisters Charlotte stands there expressionless.

"Here something to eat" she shove me the try and walk away before I could have a chance to say thank you.

I wasn't expecting food, now that I have it I'm grateful for it. However I have a pretty good practice for being hungry for a long time.

I take off the cover of the try and a colourless stew lies with a dry bread and a jug of water.

The food smells horrible enough to kill my appetite but I have to make a choice.

Finish this insipid thing or sleep with a painful stomach.

I choose the former because if I won't eat I'll have to suffer till morning and this is hard too but it will end quicker.

I start with the bread and then slowly turn to stew. The flavor was excruciating but atleast I'm full.

I stand before the window to have a taste of the mesmerising few. The tree shook their hairs as the zephyr touches them. Below the window stands two huge and angry rocks.

Though I'm on the third floor, but they act all as the stairs through which I can go to the other side. Going outside is strictly prohibited but I'm not much of a rule follower.

I don't think anyone is going to come to check on me now. Maybe it will be worth it if I'll take the risk. Cold wind hurtle in sending chills down my body. I rub my hands together and accidentally rub on the burned spot above my thumb.

A bitter memory makes place in my head. I think it's was yesterday morning. After much of hardwork I baked a cake for Sebastian (my step brother) and it was low in sugar.

He took a bite and spat it out on the floor.

"Disgusting" he said and walked towards me.

He pulled my hair and slaped me so hard that I fell across the room. I got up fueled by anger and slapped him back with all the power I had, just then his mother walked in.

"You ugly little thing!" she screamed. Her voice still fresh in my ears.

"Is this the way you behave with your master" she shouted at dragged me out of the room by my hairs. I screamed and cried and yelled to no one who could help me.

Next thing I knew I was in Mr. Reynolds room.

He said things to me I didn't hear because the noise of my wailing was too loud. Then he walked to me took the cigarette out of his mouth and put it off on my hand. And rest of day I spend locked up in the servant's room, where they kept me.

I find myself in the crouched position trembling and sweating. I take deep breaths stand up back again. I look out of the window again. I'm safe. I tell myself. It's just four years then I'll be an adult now I'd able to start a new life. But I still feel unrest inside of me. Another minute I know I'm jumping off the rocks and making me way inside of the woods.

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