This day it had water falling from upstairs. It fell all around. I saw that. The ground of the back I watched from the little window. The ground sucked up the water like it was thirsty. It drank too much and it got sick and runny brown. I didn't like it. This day mother let me off the chain a little so I could look out the little window. That’s how I saw the falling water upstairs.
This day it had hurt light in the upstairs. As I know when I looked at it my eyes hurt. After I looked at it the downstairs is red. I can see out the little window all I like. In this day when it got dark I eated all my food and some bugs. I hear laughs upstairs. I like to know why there are laughs upstairs for. I tooked the chain from the wall and wrapped it around me. I went up and opened the door. I went in and stood quiet. I walked to the sound and looked through at the people. Mother came out and pushed the door in. it hit me and hurt. I fell back on the smooth floor and my chain made a noise. I cried. She made a noise in her and put her hand over her mouth. Her eyes got big. She looked at me. I heard father call. "What fell?" he called. She said a iron board. Come and help me pick it up she said. He came. He saw me and grew big. The anger came in his eyes. He hit me. Father told me to go back to the cellar. I had to go. The light it hurt some now my eyes. "Oh god," he said "and only eight"
This day father hit in the chain again before it had light. I have to try to pull it out again. He said I was bad to come upstairs. He said never do it again or he would beat me hard. That hurts. I hurt. I slept the day and rested my head against the cold wall. I thought of upstairs.
This day I got the chain from the wall. Mother was upstairs. I heard little laughs very high. I looked out the window. I saw all little people like the little mother and little father too. They are pretty. They are like mother and father. One of the little fathers saw me. He pointed at the window. I let go and slid down the wall in the dark. I curled up so they would not see me. I heard their talks by the window and foots running. Upstairs there was a door hitting. I heard the little mother call upstairs. I heard heavy steps. I hurried to my bed place. I hit the chain in the wall and laid down. I heard mother come down. "Have you been at the window?” she said. I heard anger. Stay away from the window. You have pulled out the chain again. She took the stick and hit me with it. I didn't cry. I can't do that. I heard the stick go bounce on the stone floor. She ran upstairs. I slept the day.
This day it had water again. When mother was upstairs I heard the little mother come slow down the steps. I hided myself in the coal bin for mother would have anger if the little mother saw me. She had a little live thing with her. It walked on arms and had pointy ears. She said things to it. It was alright except the live thing smelled me. It ran up the coal and looked down at me. It jumped on me. I didn't want to hurt it. It bit harder than the rat does. I hurt and the little mother screamed. I grabbed the live thing tight. It made sounds I never heard before. I pushed it all together. It was all lumpy and red on the coal. I hid when mother called. I was afraid of the stick. She left. I creeped over the coal with the thing. I hid it under my pillow and rested on it. I put the chain in the wall again.
This is another time. Father chained me tight. I hurt because he beat me. This time I hit the stick out of his hands and made noise. He went away and his face was white. He locked the door. I am not so glad. All day it is cold in here. The chain comes slow out of the wall. And I have anger bad with mother and father. I will show them. I will do what I did that once. I will screech and laugh and be loud. I will run on the walls. Last I will hang down by my legs and laugh. Until they are sorry they didn't be nice to me.
If they try to beat me again I will hurt them.
I will...
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