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Short stories: Pain

by Mega Iranti

Created on: November 27, 2007

V. THE MAID

She was only 5 years old when her family locked her in the house while they went to the cinema.
Her brother told her about kinds of monstrous things whose hiding in the other side of the house waiting for the rightest time to take her to their world. Once they take her, there will be no way back alive. They might kill or even eat her, make some filling from her flesh for their quiches.


"Mommy, please, I want to go with you! I don't want to be alone! Please, I promise I'll be good. I wont make any trouble!" screeched her.
"No, Honey! You have to wait until we are home or until the monstrous things take you to their places." said her mother softly.
"Yea, Honey! It's better for them to take you," said his father as he was grinning.
"Mommy please, I'll be good. I promise I wont steal food anymore. Please! Don't leave me alone!" cried her as their family walking through the front door.
"Turn off the light, Dad! That will be better for her and the monstrous things. The darker the house, the better they can see." chuckled her brother.
"Bye dear! Have a nice waiting!" said her mother as she kissed her goodbye. Her father turned off the lamp and still her brother chuckled in terrible manner as the door slammed just in front of her nose.
They gone. They left her alone, locked in a dark empty house. She was the one who was left behind and always the one who was left alone. There's nothing in the world accompany her here in the dark room, and she began to cry. It wasn't about the monstrous things that made her sad, but the truth that she was the one who was left behind, that was the most terrible thing in her world.

I opened my eyes and my tears still running as I sobbed deeply. I felt so pathetic. It was just a dream. A silly dream and it never happened. But that dream always caught me here in this place like I was the one who was left behind.
I wept in my pillow. I cant sleep no more until the sun reached the morning.

She was in chain when I met her. Old woman with gray and tangled hair. Her gaze was as empty as her mind. Her eyes covered by cataract I didn't know whether she could see me or not. Her feet was chained to a dowel and she was sitting on the ground.
I couldn't get any closer for the smell of her. She was the most pathetic creature I ever saw.
"She broke everything!" said the woman whose just appeared in front of the door. "That's why we chained her! She's crazy! Destroyer! Useless!"
"What a manner of savage thing have you became!" snapped a

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