The darkness was suffocating. Little Marie was just six years old and was sitting amid the boxes and cleaning appliances, which were stored in this cupboard under the stairs where she now found herself, not for the first time.
Her little chest was heaving as she sobbed quietly. It would not do to be heard. She could hear a scratching sound over her shoulder but though she peered tearfully around she could see nothing. Terror threatened to burst out of her as she felt the urge to bang on the door begging to let out of her prison. But she knew the effort would be futile as any sound from her meant extra time in the dark.
It was all so unjust. She had just been protecting her beloved doll. Rosie was a black doll and she loved her so, but her brother had picked her up and wrenched her head off. Marie had taken one look at the doll and screamed. She had been seized with such fear at the sight of the headless doll that she had continued to scream and cry hysterically and had hit her brother repeatedly, totally unable to stop herself. Her mother, on hearing the hullabaloo, had come into the room and smacked her so hard that Marie cried even louder. Having heard enough her mother had dragged to the under stair cupboard and had thrown her in.
The time passed so slowly. Marie could hear her brothers playing beyond the door. Though she loved them dearly they did enjoy tormenting her and she always got the blame. They were too small and cute to cause trouble, or so their mother thought. The minutes continued to tick slowly by. Marie had managed to calm herself a little and tried hard to think of happier things. A little time later the door opened. Marie blinked in the sudden light. Her mother beckoned to her to come out and have her tea. Slowly she emerged looking around through tear filled eyes for Rosie, but she was nowhere to be seen. She didn’t dare to ask for her but took her place at the table and tried to eat.
Once the children had finished they were put to bed and the light was switched off. Marie covered her face with her blanket as further tears fell unchecked. The little mound where she slept shook silently as she tried to control herself. She knew there would be little sleep without her beloved Rosie alongside her. Just as she was beginning to drift off the bedroom door swung open and the light from the landing showed the figure of her dad, and in his arms, complete once again, was Rosie. He handed her to Marie. The smile on Marie’s face was such a beautiful sight that her dad took her in his arms and gave here the biggest of hugs. She whispered “Thank you”, as her father left the room and happy once again she fell into a deep sleep.
Very well presented write. That’s why it’s good to read. Well Done! 
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