ERIN

As she entered her small room she sighed as she tried not to trip on anything as she sit down. She was tired. Working two jobs had never been easy but it was not like she had any other option.

She had no family or friends to support her so she had to do things by herself. She had learned that at a small age and had already gotten used to it.

She looked around the room to see if there were candles and I found one that was almost at its brink. She could not believe even after all the work she did she could not afford to buy candles.

She had thought that working two jobs was going to get the extra income but all it gave her were sleepless nights and sprained ankles.

All the money she made was spent paying for school tuition fees she barely had any left to sustain her.

The small room that she had rented was not even big enough for a bed. She did not have that bed yet but someone could dream, right?

She took off the hospital uniform and sat down on the mat as she rubbed her sore legs. She had been running errands all day and all she got were two mere silver coins.

Sometimes she wished that she was rich. Maybe she was lying she wished that she do that all the time. If she was rich then maybe people would respect her.

No one respected the poor and that was the world that we lived in. Sometimes Erin wondered if she had been born in a rich household and if she would have behaved like them.

After her parent's death, all she had been left with were their debts. Other people got estates from their parents and all they left her were their problems.

You would think that someone would take pity on her because she had been a small kid and let it go but no. That was not how it worked with them.

Dead or alive debts had to be paid.

Erin had spent most of her childhood doing random jobs until she was hired as a maid at the Arlington household.

If they had another option they would have never hired her. The rich only associated themselves with the rich not low-life peasants like her.

Her father owed them a debt and she had been the payment. At the time she hadn't thought how bad it was because she was at least getting food and a place to sleep.

Those were the most important things and she did not care if what they were doing was not bad she just needed to survive and knew that she wouldn't have survived out there on the streets.

Since she was a child she had always dreamed of becoming a doctor. After growing up in the suburbs sick people were all she could see.

Hundreds of people died when they still lived there and she always wondered why they never got treatment when there were hospitals around them.

She realized what the issue was when it was their turn. Her mother git sick and the traditional medicines that they had relied on most of their life did not work anymore.

She knew that doctors were supposed to save lives but that seemed so different when the doctors stared at her mother and sent them home telling them she was going to be okay.

It was a lie because not even two days later her mother passed away.

She remembered shaking her body hoping that it was just a stupid prank that she was playing on her but she did not even blink. Within hours her body turned cold and she was no longer there.

There was no way that she would do that and leave her all alone. The doctors had said that there it was nothing and she was goo g to be okay.

She was a kid and she knew doctors were God's angels so she trusted everything they had told her.

They would have saved her if they wanted her to live but from the look of things they did not. They only treated the rich and she was just a kid she did not need to be exposed to such cruelty.

There was a place for people like her to go but she was only nine years old there was nothing that she would possibly do that would have helped her mother.

All she could do was sit around her and hope that a miracle would happen and she would be well again.

"This is not a place for your kind, go to the Bog it is just outside out of the town you will get help there ", a nurse had said to her.

If anyone would have been there he or she would have thought that the nurse was a good person for sharing that information with her.

If she was a good person she would have helped her mother. The fever she had only became worse every passing second.

It was then that she realized the girl was protecting herself. If she was caught helping them she would maybe lose her job and she could not let that happen to her.

It was everyone for themselves. It was the law of life. So she had made sure she never forgot about it. Every time she thought that some e won't her anything she remembered that day.

She has to do it herself or it would not count. Humans tended to remind you of the things that they did to you and she never wanted anyone to claim something she had achieved on her own.

Eventually, she was going to make it. She had studied hard and passed all her exams to be the one thing that her mother needed but could not get because of who they were.

It was a memory that would forever be in her head. It was like subjecting yourself to torture over and over again.

As the light of her candle dimmed she fell into a deep slumber hoping that tomorrow was going to be another day but she knew that was far-fetched.

It was just going to be the repetition of all the shitty past days she had.