"A Matter Of Caste"
Chapter Ten: Remembrance
She used the sleeve of her night dress to wipe the tears from her face. It was so dark, so very dark. The candle atop the wash stand did little to permeate the dank atmosphere. A slight whimper escaped her lips, echoing through the blackness, ricocheting off walls she could not see.
Why? She thought. Why am I here?
She simply did not understand. She closed her eyes tightly, attempting to block out the unwanted images that presented themselves.
She'd still been awake that night. It was quite late, past midnight, but she could not sleep. The window had been open, against the wishes of the nurse, of course. A chilling autumn breeze had been gently blowing. She had finally closed her eyes, clutching her doll tightly, when-
No! No, she did not want to remember.
She examined her surroundings once again, allowing fresh tears to spill freely down her already stained cheeks.
Would anyone ever find her down here?
Was anyone even looking?