Dirty, bruised, and in pains; Maryline dragged her feet into her father's bungalow. Her sister, Martha was seating in the sitting room when she walked in. Immediately she saw Mary, she rushed to her.

It wasn't like Martha and every other member of the family didn't know what was going on in Mary's life. They knew but were either forced or decided to ignore and act like they didn't.

Martha escorted Mary to her room. She assisted Mary in getting off her uniform, washing her, and taking care of her bruises. Martha ensured Mary was feeling fresh, gave her food and some painkillers, before putting her to bed.

The two sisters were very identical, that you could almost mistake them for twins. They were both slender, short, dark, and beautiful. But also, no one thought Mary was beautiful. She was looking mostly morose, even when she smiled.

Mary twisted in her bed and wished she could end it all. But, every time she tried to end it, she was always having hope and saying, 'one more time'.