From the outside most houses look pretty harmless, a bit like when you meet someone for the first time and they are kind to you. In reality though, you don't know that person and they could be hiding anything from you. It's the same with houses and this particular house is where our story begins.
You wouldn't see the carpet if it wasn't for the holes, the window is dirty and the walls are covered in stains. This is the home of a girl; now girl means a kind soul who cares and yet suffers still at the hands of others but continues to care. or at least that is what this young girl did. Now girl did not have a name as far as she was aware. She was only acknowledged as 'girl' and that was her name.
Girl didn't speak when she was spoken to; she knew any action would cause her to be punished and so she stopped acting and instead just existed. Her mother was at much at the hands of her father as she was. Both scared of reacting against him, yet girl's mother in this situation began to support girl's father in the hope it would prevent any harm coming to herself. The house they lived in was a common and not too shabby looking. Girl's room was more of a cupboard with a window and she wore clothes that were too big or too small. It was often that she would be stripped of these and be forced to wear nothing for long periods of time. During the colder months, girl was ill and could not open her eyes let alone lift her finger. Unsurprisingly her skin would be more purple than pink during this time causing more illness.
Laughter never occurred in this house and girl did not know what happiness was, she did not know what to feel during this hard times in her life. She couldn't remember what it was like outside of the house, she couldn't remember the last time she felt the morning breeze or the rain slam onto her hair causing her to have the sneezes for a few days after. Now you must understand that even though girl had never felt those feelings for such a long time she would very intelligent.
Her mother took pity on her in the beginning when her father started to force actions out of girl. Being only a child at the time Girl's mother tried to be the protecting mother but this was a useless action to take as she was as scared as her daughter. So she eventually gave up and found that her partner was pleased that she had finally 'seen sense'.
One afternoon after being 'played with' for her father's friend's entertainment girl was stumbling up the stairs and fell to the floor when she reached the door to her room. She saw a book on the floor underneath a sheet that had been thrown in the cupboard. The sheet was filthy and was now unusable she relished this thin sheet for she never had anything to wrap herself in for months now and it was mid-winter.
This book was called the hobbit and had a colourful dust sheet on it. Girl read this book over and over again. She found that she could escape the hard times in this book despite how many times she had read it. Girl loved the story of a prince who had lost everything to a greedy dragon and found his friends who would fight with him and find courage when he needed it most. Girl knew she would never have that chance because she had no friends and her parents wouldn't ever let her leave the house. She had been to school before but she had never made any friends that would notice her leaving. Little did she know her father made sure that she was alone and she wouldn't know any other life.
This sounds like a sad story and I promise it's not. Trust plays a big part in this story and you must trust me as a listener to a storyteller.