Clarabelle's Point Of View
I am here still in my room and they tried giving me some food to eat but I don't have the appetite to eat. It's been a year since I got that accident at least that's what they said. I don't even know if I should believe them.
I feel betrayed.
“Clarabelle, baby?" I heard mom at the door.
I don't know if I should let her inside my room. She is still my mom and maybe I should hear her explanation.
“Now you are calling me Clarabelle," I said, walking towards the door.
Once I opened it, I went back to the bed as she follows me. Mom is holding a tray with my dinner. She puts it down on the side table and sat on my bed.
“Sorry about hiding everything, sweety. I was just afraid that you might remember how that man treated us." She explained.
“But that does
