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Alyssa walked towards the servants' quarters in a daze. She clutched her torn shirt with both of her hands, keeping her bag pack in front of it. Her hair was messy, covering her face and her back. She silently walked towards her quarter, hiding from the approaching servants. She quickly went to her room and locked the door from inside. She slid down, leaning against the door and it was then the dam broke. She started sobbing but soon her soft sobs turned into heart-wrenching wails. she was a poor soul, alone in the world. She had no one to share her happiness or sorrow. She wanted a shoulder to cry on. She kept on crying. She looked at her wrist, she could see their fingerprints on her skin. It was glaring red. Alyssa wanted to slide a blade on her wrist along these glaring red lines. She felt cheated, miserable, lonely, and hurt. She wanted to erase this memory by drowning in a pool of blood, her pool of blood.