The person opens the small square door, above me. Creating a loud sound."Come girl," she called me. That was my name. A name given to me by Phyllis. My grandma. The person who had place me within this cell as my punishment.Ever since I could remember.I don't remember, ever going outside, nor remember how it looked. I can only recollect seeing the light from outside, peeking through the crack walls of the cell.I held on to each side of my discoloured, white, frilly dress and slowly walked up to the small door. Looking up. "Come, take this food from me," she said to me angrily; while she pushed the plate of food through the door above me.I quickly took it from her. Tipping on my toes, reaching for it; not wanting to cause any trouble, and went over to the cold, concrete wall to sit. Placing the plate on my lap.S
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