2 Chapter two: The Others

Friends in dark times of your life is like having a dog to comfort you with your problems, no I'm not saying I treat the other girls like dogs I just view them as such. Companions to be a girl's best friend to the very end.

Ella, a worthy companion. I've never considered her to be my best friend before but after cleaning out the kitchen cabinets with her I've grown to love her as well. We have the same shiny, bleach blonde locks. Sometimes the others would mistake me for her and vise versa, I never minded. I found her beautiful, her soft green eyes and her round face free of blemishes. I'm proud to be compared to her.

Janice, oh Janice. She's said to be the funniest out of the bunch, often making even the master laugh with her constant strange attitude about everything. She treated everything like it was either the worst or best thing she'd ever heard about, all her emotions seemed to be turned way up. I remember last week when she made a scene in the garden over a bee sting, saying how the little bug disrespected her whole reputation.

Momma Beth, oh you all know about Momma Beth. She's the mother of us all, she takes care of all the dusting around the house but lately she's been cooking as well. Her cooking is, dare I say, impeccable. It makes me think of my actual mother who used to work here as well before her mysterious disappearance a few years back. Momma Beth takes care of us when we're sick, she knows practically everything. She's a superhero of a woman but of course, every superhero has its weakness. She suffers from a weak heart, she's the oldest out of us at 58.

Rei was one that I never liked, she's always sour and cold. Every time I try to talk to her I'm always silenced by her hand that she sticks in people's faces all willy nilly like that, when I'm paired with her for group cleaning its always an awkward experience. She seems to hate everyone she comes in contact with even if she doesn't know them, she even insulted Momma Beth once!

We're a fine group of girls, we get treated unfairly however. The master doesn't seem to like women all that much, we never get to speak to the male servants that get treated like princes.

I do know one of them however, John. John seems to live his life like its some sort of fairytale, whenever I see him he's either staring out of a window or leaning on one of the many railings on one of the sets of stairs.

He's the only boy servant us girls ever see so naturally the others fawn over him, they treat him like a celebrity when in reality he's supposed to have the same position as us.

I never knew why they all loved him so much, his looks were nothing to write home about. He was just sort of basic, blue eyes, brownish hair with golden highlights shooting back in his slicked back hairstyle, he was tall but not too tall, I'd have to say around 5'10 and that's gracious. It seemed the only reason why the girls loved him so much was because it was the only man that they could love.

I never saw the appeal of men, hell I never saw the appeal of anyone. Who has the time or the energy for a full on relationship when we're servants in a misogynistic master's home?

I don't want to be some house wife who lives in her home constantly as she tends to her kids and waits for her husband to return, no. I want to be someone out there, someone who doesn't take nothing from no one.

The first step to this dream would be to get out of this wretched place but its not that simple, you can't just quit this job. There's virtually no way to leave, I'm a borderline slave to his horrible man. I get a pay of 10 dollars a week and for what? Its not like I can use that money for anything, we're barely allowed to shop and when we do we don't have enough for anything.

Well.. there's always..

No.

Don't think that Abigail. Murder is out of the question.

The sudden death of our master is the only thing that would free us from this place, the only thing other than our own deaths. I could cover it up, use a weapon that doesn't leave any trace of evidence connecting it back to anyone.

But where would I get cyanide?