What if you saw your mother die? What if it was your father's fault? What if you are different? So different it makes your life terrible? That is me. Olivia. A common name to a special girl.

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4. Chapter 4

As I came into my room again I saw a bowl with water and a rag. I was surprised. Why did they care about me, and how did they know that I would refuse to torture the man? I let my thoughts wander as I washed my forearm. I then realized there was a bed in the room. not a big bed, but a bed. It was small, and the madras was used and really bad. But again, it was better than the ground. There was two pieces of bread on the bed and a tin cup on the floor next to the bed. I ate the bread and drank the water slowly and then curled up on the bed. I cried myself to sleep. 


The next morning, I was awakened up by a guard. He just stood there in the doorway with the bag in the hand. I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I stood up and walked over to him. There was no way to out of it. he put the bag over my head and took my arm. Not the injured one. We walked the same way as the day before, and after we passed the big doors, the guard took the bag off, and Taro stood in front of me once again. "Hello again Olivia. I assume you have thought about your choice yesterday, and witch choice you should make today", he said. I shook my head and whispered: "Never in a million years I am going to do it". He looked down at me and said: "You are going to regret it, dear. Just tell when you have". He turned his back to me and walked over to his desk while a guard grabbed my right hand and cut a slice on my right forearm.

I did not fight back as much this time, but it hurt just as much as last time. The same guard who lead me in, came and lead me out. He did not use the bag, but what good did it do? I came into my room, and saw the same bowl with clean water and a clean rag. two slices of bread lied on the bed and the tin cup was filled with water again. I cleaned myself, ate and curled up in bed once more. A couple of hours later the guard came in with another portion of water and bread. That was my day.

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