Eternal Pain

The dark, damp setting was all she knew.  From the time Sally was six months old, she was bound to a board in her mom’s attic by a bright red leash.  The only human contact she had was when she was served a piece of bread and a cup of water daily.  The yellow dress she wore started out oversized, but now fit her perfectly.  The blue blanket she had constantly failed at fighting against the chilly attic air.  Sally was a mistake.  Not by her own actions, but by her mother’s.  That month seemed like an eternity, but she had felt nothing compared to the undeserved pain in her midst.