Deeper

Falling, deeper and deeper, getting darker and darker. The world seems to be closing. The light is fading. What do I do? Help! I wake up, I reach out my hand, I feel the warmth of my blanket, I see the dim light of morning shine through my curtains. I swiftly swing my legs to the side of my bed. I stand. I slip my apron on and quickly make my way to the kitchen. I look at the clock, half past 6. I’m late. The buns should be in the oven, the tea should be ready. I think as I slowly pour the hot water into the China teacups. I have been working in a young, rich couples house since my mother and father died. I don’t know where my sister is. Depression has been creeping into my mind slowly. Thoughts I had never thought about popped into my mind. It was 8 months ago when I was living in a big house on the hill. Mother, father, my sister Clarice and I all lived a happy life. Until that day. Mother and father were going on a business trip. There train slammed into another head on. There were no survivors. That day, that dreadful day when we heard the news, men came in and separated me and Clarice, I’m 15, she is 10. I am now working as a maid for Mr. and Mrs. Basset since that dreadful day. I am just devastated. I can’t express how sad I am into words. I am crying right now. I must make sure my tears don’t get into madam’s tea. Oh, how I miss my parents. So much. Well, I must bring madam her tea. Another start to another day. I briskly walk up the stairs, turn to madam’s room. I knock. Nothing. I knock again. Nothing. I creak her door open. “Mrs. Basset?”. I fully open the door when I hear no response. She isn’t in bed. I will look in the bathroom. As I slowly set the tray down

on her counter, I turn my head, and there on the floor lies Mrs. Basset. Blood stains on the carpet. I have never found a dead body, most people haven’t. And if you have ever found one, I am very sorry, I now know how dreadful it feels, to see a lifeless body covered in blood. Anyway, I step closer to the body, and see 2 stab wounds, one to the heart, and one to the stomach. I quickly run to the closest phone and dial 911. I hear sirens, getting louder and louder. Suddenly, I see the bright blue and red lights flashing. Police ran in, it really is a blur. Now, to be completely honest, I don’t really mind that Mrs. Basset is gone. She was very unkind to me and would beat me whenever I slightly messed up. I do feel terrible for her husband though. He was very kind to me, and I know how if feels to lose someone you love. Right now, I am in the “interrogation room” also known as the living room. “What were you doing this morning?” asked the policeman. “I woke up, made the tea and biscuits, and went up to Mrs. Basset’s room. It was quite uneventful until now.” The policeman jotted down some notes, then turned to look at me, “Ma’am we are going to have to check your quarters.” I cringe at the thought of people going through my stuff, “yes sir, I have nothing to hide.” I respond. I lead them into my room, then nod and start going through stuff. I go and wait in the living room. The front door opens, I hear sobbing. “Katy, katy, where are you!” The sobbing turns to anger in the man’s voice. “Mr. Basset, I’m in the living room.” All of the sudden a policeman yells, “I found it! I found the knife! In the maid’s dresser!”