The little hut had been built six years prior. No one had bothered to take care of it. Now, 6 years later the hut was falling apart.
The little girl had now reached her fifteenth birthday. The time she had led hiding within the hut had already been a full six years. From the day she turned nine years old her entire life had consisted of nothing but the four walls of that hut.
Like always the little girl sat on the straw that littered the hut everywhere. Two times a day she would receive a meal that was left just beyond the entrance of the hut, she had been told it was once at the rising of the sun and once at the setting of the sun.
She had not seen another live person for six years and she had gotten used to the lonely live she led.
At first when she had been forced into the hut she had cried everyday, asking to be let out. After a while when no one paid attention to her tears she had given up and accepted her fate. Her parents had already refused to protect her, who could she have turned to. No one. So she endured.
Overtime she had stopped wondering what color the sky was, what flowers were growing outside, what little animals ran around. She no longer cared, why should she care if she could never see them.
On the girl's eyes, there was a dirty white cloth. She had worn that cloth, never taking it off for the whole six years. She wore a dress that had long ago become too small for her, a dress that was dirty to a point beyond being saved. Her hair had grown unrestrained, and sometimes she tripped over it as she walked. She was quite sure that it was a black color, but she could be wrong, it has been so long since she saw it. Quite the same with her eyes. Probably they were once a bright purple color, but who knows. The last time she had seen a looking glass was six years ago, she did not even know what she looked like now that she was fifteen.
Ah, there is the sound of the food being left outside.
At first the girl had to be careful as she walked around the hut, trying not to fall. Now she was so familiar with the little space that she made the short trek within seconds without a second thought.
She ate the gruel they sent, nourishing as much as she could her malnourished body, and then returned the bowl and sat down quietly until dinner came.
In this way, she had lived for the last six years.