#WritcoStoryChallenge #depression #life

"Damn it" she said as she heard her aunt scream for her, "I'm coming auntie" she yelled back. She untied the rope from her neck and from the broken ceiling fan on the ceiling. Climbing down the little wooden stool and moving downstairs, she mumbled and muttered about how her aunt has such a bad timing.
"you've finally decided to get your lazy butt down here" Aunt Carol spat without looking up from whatever she was doing.
"sorry" Millie mumbled, "my leg got tangled in the bedsheet and I was just loosing the knot"
"I don't really care" Aunt Carol said, "The kids and I are going to their grandma's house so I expect you to make this house sparkle"
"yes ma'am" Millie said rolling her eyes discretely
"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Aunt Carol growled like an animal she seemed to be.
" um.. no ma'am" Millie choked out truly terrified
"Go and get my whip immediately!"Aunt Carol glared holes into Millie's head and if looks could kill Millie would be six feet under.

After a series of continuous flogging, Aunt Carol finally got tired leaving Millie in a half consious state, "Remember to clean the house" aunt Carol said before leaving the house followed by her children who were as heartless as she was.
Dragging herself up, Millie went straight to the first aid kit in the...