'No,' I answered her, while my body trembled nervously. 'Answer me, when I'm speaking to you?!' she shouted at me. And too my washed-out, blue dress she gave me. As she questioned me while my long, thick, curly, red hair dripped with water. She had short gray hair and was short and fat. She looked within her 30's and was very fit. 'Do you think I threw you down here, so you can sleep all day and eat my food?' Phyllis shouted at me. I was only allowed to call her by her name. I quickly got up from the bare concrete floor wiping away the water from my face trying to see clearly who it was. I killed my mom while she gave birth to me and for that, I'm punished everyday.Ī bucket filled with water was thrown against me. I was a child born of rape and too a murderer. Knowing why she had locked me within this cell. I lower my head within my lap and started to cry. 'You're born within this world to rob people of their happiness just like your evil father did to my daughter,' she described me. I glimpsed at her and saw she was still staring at me with great disgust. I quickly took up a piece of the chicken and again started to eat, terrified of her. 'You better not waste that fucking food, I worked hard for,' she warned me. I place down the bread within the white, plastic plate, beside me not wanting to eat anymore, losing my appetite to her harsh words.

'Why is it you have to be the one to live and my beautiful daughter dead?' she again inquired me angrily. 'It pains me everyday to feed you, handicap knowing you were born into this world of rape,' she said, scornfully. Terrified of her, I slowly ate the bread and stew chicken. She watched me from above, of every step I'd made. I quickly took it from her tipping on my toes, reaching for it not wanting to cause any trouble, and went over to the cold, concrete wall to sit placing the plate on my lap. 'Come, take this food from me,' she said to me angrily while she pushed the plate of food through the door above me. I held on to each side of my discolored, white, frilly dress and slowly walked up to the small door looking up. I can only recollect seeing the light from outside, peeking through the crack walls of the cell. I don't remember, ever going outside, nor remember how it looked.

The person who had place me within this cell as my punishment, ever since I could remember. A name given to me by Phyllis, my grandma. I open my eyes and there I saw the person opening the small square door, above me creating a loud sound. 'Get up you son of a bitch!' I heard someone shouted.

Room Twenty by Jenna Thalia