Mary didn't step out of her room until it was night and time for dinner.

After rolling and rolling on her bed, Mary decided to do all her assignments and write in her diary. She had no technology to keep herself busy, so she kept herself busy with writing. Each day, she wrote a story. A story related to her present situation. She wished she could voice out and say what was wrong with her, how she felt. But, even if she did get the chance to speak out, who would have listened?

Mary kept herself busy with her diary until her mom called her for dinner.

During dinner, everyone acted like they didn't notice her bruises. They all acted like they were all invisible to each other, keeping perfect silence and eating in peace and quiet. It ached Mary's heart that every night, she dined with the monster who tormented her every night.

Mary ate what her appetite could carry her, leaving the rest for whosoever wanted it. It wasn't her turn to wash plates, so she made her way to her room. She wished she could sleep in between her parents, snuggling and cuddling, but it was a wish that could never come true.

Marry began to silently cry in pains and sorrow, knowing how her night was going to be like.

The usual.