Hi my name is Deirdre. I don't actually know who gave me that name but I later got to know the meaning. My name meant that I was a sad-one or even sorrowful. But I got such a good sense of humor and loved smiling.
I was just wondering where I was one morning, in something like a small cottage or cabin lying on the floor with wounds all over my face. I tried panicking but no one heard me. There was only one window high up in the ceiling but I was too short even to reach the fan. No windows but a door! Then I heard some footsteps and went backward, the door knob was moving sort of. Then a woman came in with polythene bags in her hands. I was shaking and scared at the same time. She said not a word to me nor did she calm my fears. She went into the small bathtub and showered. That was the last time she kept quiet.
I got to know that she was "Miss Nobody" as she had told me. I was always beaten with...