"Hey Mave! Open the door so we can discuss like that civilized sisters we are!" the girl said while knocking loudly at the door.
" Stop shouting. You might scare her. Mave sis, get out from there" said another girl with a gentle voice. The girl waited patiently for the door to the warehouse to open. But when it didn't, she lose it " You bitch! You better get out of there if not I will break through and personally deal with you!"
The two girls continued knocking violently at the door. Meanwhile, inside laid little Mavis on the ground with her knees on her chest and her arms wrapped around them. There she was in the dark, shivering like a vibrator. She was drenched and crying. She had once again been beaten up and poured cold water by her mean sisters.
" If you don't want to get out, then we shall get in" said one of them.
" No. Instead, if she wants to stay there, we shall let her be. But we should just make sure she doesn't get out any time soon." Said the other girl and she locked the door from the outside. " If anyone asks about her ' we don't know '" the girl added.
"Who will first of all ask about her? It's not as if anyone cared " the girls laughed sardonically.
Mavis' eyes flew open. She was panting and tears were running down here cheeks. It was just a dream. No! A nightmare.
She brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She then buried her face in her bent knees." Don't be scared. No one will harm you here. They won't be able to harm you again " she tried to soothe herself.
After repeating those words to herself over and over again, she finally rose and made her way to the bathroom.
There, she went to the sink and poured water on he got her face and stared at her reflection through the mirror. Her hair were slightly disheveled due to her last nap.
She then decided to unpack her luggages inorder to forget about her nightmare.
She opened the first luggage and after removing a few clothes from it, she saw a pink book with a padlock. That was her diary.
She picked it and stared at it for a while. That was the book in which she wrote all those things she couldn't say to anyone. The book in which she wrote everything she had been going through ever since she was just a kid. The book in which she wrote everytime she was being beaten up. And the book in which she wrote all her fears, fantasies and those wishes she knew could never be fulfilled. That book was all her life.
She brought the book to her chest and hugged it with all her might as if to never let go. She then placed it on study table and continued unpacking her luggage.