now they are no longer there. I've been to the abbey for 10 years and I'm trying to forget. But Boris makes everything so difficult. Can't he get cosmetic surgery, gender reassignment, and change his name to Olivia. Then I would always have something to laugh about when he was there, but the way he was now. Well He's Boris. The one who killed my parents. I was startled when the door was opened and the guard shoved a small, bloodied, petite girl into my `room` (prison cell * gloomy look *). She had a book in hand. She was trembling badly and her temples seemed to be pulsing.
"Hey everything alright (boa stupid question! Of course not)?" I asked worried and slipped down to her."E ... it works!" she stammered and cast a frightened look at the door.
"Come on lie down on my bed!" I offered her and helped her move to bed.
I went to the door, opened it and went into the doctor's room (wow, what do they have there?). There I looked for a few things to take care of the little one.
"What do you have there?" I asked when I was back in the room and bandaged the little one's arm.
"A diary!" she answered trembling.
"And from whom?"
"I ... I don't know! I found it on Boris' desk and then I took it with me. I wanted to read it, but then I had to go to training and I was completely in my mind and was terribly bad and ...!" She didn't get any further that I interrupted her in a soft voice:
"Hey, I know how it is! I live here too! How old are you?"
I wanted to keep her awake.
"1 ... 10! And you?"
"13! What's your name?" I asked further and was amazed at my curiosity.
"Mimi!""I am Lucy!" I said and bandaged her leg, which was the last injury.
"D ... thank you!"
"For what?" I asked, assuming everyone would have done that.
"For not being a heartless slave like most of them here!" she answered.
"W ... what's your last name?" she then asked.
"Barkinson! Why?" I asked.
"Because then this is yours!" Mimi said softly and gave me the book.
"Wow!" I was amazed.
"But…!" I couldn't get any further because the door was pushed open and two men in black, like the security guards, stood there in front of a rather angry-looking Boris.
"You…!" he hissed and pointed to Mimi, "It's your turn!"
I put the book down quickly and unrecognized, and then straightened up.
"But Boris! She's hurt and ...!" I tried to defend her, whereupon I received a hefty slap in the face.
I held my cheek and tried to stay calm.
"You stay out of there! Sure?" he whispered.
"Yes! Sir! But ...!"
"Take both of them with you!" he ruled."What?" I asked incredulously.
"I think you have to get the rules beaten again!"
I couldn't defend myself and was dragged into the torture room by the men in black. What happened there was terrible. I will never forget because that scar on my neck will always remind me of that night. I was completely next to when Boris beat me like a crazy (which he is) with his funny whip. I felt like a spectator at that moment. Viewer of my own tragedy. It felt like I wasn't in my body right now, just a ghost that got stuck between the tides for a short time. I heard my own silent screams, but only I heard them. I saw my invisible tears that only I saw. And this ripping pain that only I felt. The tears and the screams weren't there. That was just what I wanted to do right now.But the pain was not only the physical but also the spiritual. In my life I had always hoped someone would free me from this prison, but just at that moment I realized: For me there is no light at the end of the tunnel. No one to get me out of here or to whom I would show my feelings. Nobody heard me when I needed help. Even at the thought of being alone, the tears welled up in me. I suppressed them with the thought, Boris is just waiting to shamelessly exploit your weaknesses in order to use them. I knew this game. I let this procedure go through for a long time. I have no idea how I got to my room afterwards. I only know that I lay down on my bed and, with great effort, read the book that Mimi had given me. > Mimi! <I just thought at that moment. The poor. She had already been hurt. I turned back to the book.

The very first page read: Property of Melinda P. Barkinson.Maybe that was my mum. I flipped a little further to the last entry.

Dear Diary,
It's all so beautiful in my life. Marcus is at home every day now and plays a lot with Lucy. She is a really bright child and plays pranks on us all the time. Just yesterday I found a rubber snake in my bed. You know how much I fear all sorts of crawly animals and lizards. Lucy comes right after Marcus. She got her jet-black hair and character from him, but everyone else says she would be the mother. Today Boris invited us to go to Lake Gerfierd with him and the family of Marcus' work colleagues. It's somewhere in China. I would be glad. Finally away from monotonous Moscow. Get out into the great outdoors. But I still don't know if I should really trust him. You know he kidnapped Lucy once. I hope he has changed. But again to something nice. April is probably up and is already sleeping through the nights.She is much more delicate than Lucy and not so joking. But she takes an active part in the games. I think my children are really lucky. Marcus said the two should be bladers one day and has already taught Lucy how to start her blade. Marcus always thinks she has talent. April, however, I am not touching a blade yet. It is still much too small. After all, only 1 year old and can only just walk. I'll get back to you tomorrow after the trip with Boris and
See you soon

Melinda

She had left two large lipstick prints underneath. I was shocked. Did I still have a little sister?

Flashback end

Lucy was rudely torn from her thoughts. She had been driven to the other end of the lake and had torn the underside of her foot on a stone, which was also due to the fact that the skin was softened. She opened her eyes abruptly and held her foot. > Nothing helps! <she said to herself and swam back.She got out of the water and threw a towel over her shoulders to hide the scars that could reveal anything. Lucy didn't want to involve the Blade Breakers and the Blitzkrieg Boys in family matters, but what else could she do? She hobbled up to the golden-red campfire and sat on one of the tree trunks that were set up there. Where were the others? Suddenly she smelled a sweet smell. > Lee will definitely be cooking and the rest will definitely be in the tents! Lucy said to herself. She took her towel from her shoulders and felt the scars that crisscrossed her back. "Maybe I should count them and try to get into the Guinness Book of Records" she speculated in silence. A sound of cracking wood made them jump together. In a flash she turned to see Lee with a steaming pot in hand. Lucy quickly threw her towel back on and looked into the fire."Well back from swimming?" Lee asked stiffly.
Lucy nodded silently.
"what did you do there?" Bryan then asked, pointing to Lucy's foot.
"cut on a stone!" Lucy said again shortly and got up.
"I'm going to bed!" she said and hobbled into her tent, which she shared with Tala and Kai.
It stood a little apart what gave the residents a bit of peace. Lucy crawled through the entrance and found that Tala and Kai weren't there. So she changed quickly and shortly after she had her top on, Tala and Kai came in too. Lucy grabbed her cleaning kit (toothbrush and such) and disappeared outside.
"Are you fleeing from us or something?" asked Tala, who was still standing outside, and took off his shirt (boa * drool *)
"No! But I still have to brush my teeth!" was Lucy's answer and so went down to the lake where she got water.
She quickly brushed her teeth and washed. Then she first dripped water over the injured foot and bandaged it. She then hobbled back to the tent and crawled inside."am I bothering you or something?" she asked, since the boys were silent as soon as Lucy walked in, and snuggled into her sleeping bag
"I thought we should be quiet on the train too!" said Tala.
"Don't blame me for that, I was just a little ... Well! Annoyed! You are welcome to talk!" Lucy justified herself.
"Is that supposed to be an excuse?" asked Kai.
"if that's what you want! Yes!"

Okay, that's it. Write (as already mentioned) a couple of clerks.