Written for Cheeky Slytherin Lass' 100 Characters Competition.
I used the prompt velvet.
Word-count: 251
She was a young girl. Trapped in a cave. Absolutely certain she would die.
She stood by the sink in the kitchen. Looked out through the round window. Heard her mistress' dinner guests sing happy birthday.
She was twelve years old. Trapped in her own body. "Amy, you can't spend all your time in your room…"
"Amy dear! Could you be a darling and serve the cake?" Amy wiped her hands on her apron. Lit the candles.
She was fourteen years old. Hadn't said a word for several years. Nobody wanted her for a daughter.
"This was a lovely cake, Amy", said a woman in a black dress. "The whole dinner was wonderful", said a man in a bowtie. "She can hear us, right?" whispered a blond woman.
She was eighteen years old. Kicked out. Absolutely certain she would die.
"You don't have to do the dishes tonight", her mistress said. "Rest, dear." Amy shook her head.
She was eighteen years old. A luxurious dressed woman stared at her. "Oh, you poor thing. Come here, sweetie."
Amy curled up in her bed. Tried to calm herself down. He hadn't showed up yet, he wouldn't come tonight.
She was twenty-one years old. "Here", her mistress said and gave her a box wrapped in velvet. "Something to show how much I appreciate having you here."
Tiffany Swire blabbed on, well aware that her dear housekeeper, Amy, was all ears. Didn't know she was in a great pain. Didn't know how shattered she was.