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My name is Diana, the girl who was confined in her room from childhood to the present. No happiness has ever touched me. I have always been humiliated and humbled, even though I am also the biological son of my father and mother. I don't know what kind of mistake I made that I got this kind of treatment from both my parents. Life without affection, locked up since childhood, a servant who did not respect me at all. There are many others that are too painful to describe.

"You son of a bitch! You only made your brother hurt. Don't you dare get out of this room without my permission?!" I blinked in confusion as my father said such a word in anger. Kulirik my mother asked for protection from him, but all I got was an annoyed grunt and a face that looks reluctant to look back at me.

"Just follow your father's words, there!" my mother said opening her mouth, she spoke in a unconcerned tone.

"Well." I said, though I didn't know what I was doing wrong. That was the beginning I was confined to this place, I only saw the sun from the window frame that could not open. Waiters who do not occasionally deliver food to me on time. I was a forgotten young miss and was very easy to bully, even by a little servant.

In contrast to my forgotten self, my twin, Diani lives surrounded with all kinds of beautiful things. Laughter Inda jam adorned her lips, sometimes I could see my twin running around in the park. A radiant face, I'm sure he was laughing happily at the time. I looked down and could only smile bitterly thinking about myself.

Day after day passed, I heard that this house was going to hold their 17th birthday party. I immediately threw away any hope that I would also be able to attend the event. Whether I am still a young lady, I am even inferior to ants just passing by. Perhaps the dust in this house is even more precious than me, Diana.

I just want to get out of this house, I want to feel the free air, I want to see the beauty of nature. I looked fine on the outside, but I was too weak. My skin was very pale because it was never sunburned, my long hair was never taken care of at all. I just combed without ever being cut.

I rushed towards the door when I heard a noise from the hallway, this is how I heard the news and what was happening outside my room.

"Have you heard yet? He said the master bought a very, very expensive and full of jewels for our lady. Surely the lady will look more charming!" the first rumors have begun. I saw the clothes that were attached to my body, how long had this shirt been with me. I don't think I've ever gotten a new shirt in my life here.

"That's not how much. Rumors have it that the most handsome and wealthy people want a young lady as their companion. Young miss is so blessed!" my brother got a soul mate apparently, I hope he's happy.

"But you don't seem to agree, do you?"

"Where to agree, the two families have been hostile for a long time!

"Already, already, it's none of our business as servants. We just have to work fine, let the people above us think about this!"

I sat back in front of the window, staring deep into the garden. "When should I do this? What have I done to be locked up like this? I was told to introspect, told to reflect and regret. However, I don't know what to ponder and regret actually! Strengthen me, O Lord. Don't let me complain just because of this!"

A week later my father came to my room, I thought I was going to be taken out of this room. Hope and happiness instantly burst into my heart. However, everything had to go extinct when my father put his hand on my cheek. "You're satisfied now, right?" screams echoed.

"About what, dad? I've always been locked up here and there's little I know about what's happening outside. That's also if I can hear what's going on from the waiter talk, dad. If you want to ask, please explain. I don't understand what you mean by me being 'Satisfied' right now!" my heart was pounding, ready to receive various insults from my father. It's just that I want to know exactly what you meant by slapping me like that.

"A–a–what? How could that have happened? Just celebrated his birthday so much, didn't he? What happened to brother, Dad?" I cried helplessly, asking for an explanation from my real father.

"It must be because of you! You must have cursed Diani for celebrating her birthday alone. You must be envious and wish for my son to disappear so that you can take his place, right?!"

I clenched my hand, ready to throw a fist if I don't remember that this one in front of me is my father. "I swear I never did or did what my father accused me of. I wish that Sis Diani could be happy forever!" I said restrain anger.

"And dad, I'm your son too. Whatever happens is the truth that cannot be denied! I never wanted to take his place, nor did I ever expect the ugliness to fall on my twin. I accept this punishment even though I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I never complained or protested, nor did I ask to be noticed and continued to accept everything. But why is it that when bad things happen, I always get blamed?! Why, dad? Why?"

"Never wish you could get out of here! You're gonna spend the rest of your time locked up like this?!" the door that was my barrier with the outside world was again locked, a clear threat would be made. I feel like an unforgivable sinner.

A month passed, in the middle of the night I heard screams echoing everywhere. I wanted to break out, but I couldn't. This double door in front of me is closed and locked tightly. Finally I just stared in silence, too lazy to think of anything. It might be my father or mother who is making a fuss because they have not given up the departure of Diana. It is not yet clear how my twin brother died. I am simply being wronged like a sinner without being explained what wrong has been done.

I turned my head as the door that locked me was violently broken. However, I remained seated without any intention of moving from the chair that was in front of my window frame.

"Sir, there's someone here. Should I clean up too?" a voice I never heard greeted my sense of hearing.

"Just do it and don't talk too much?!" another voice replied in a cold and haughty tone. Like he was the most powerful.

"Good, master!" a man with a knife in his hand approached me. It's a knife, but it's too long to say it's a knife.

"Sorry lady, I just did what my employer told me to do. Don't hate me!" he said it made me frown, a little confused.

"Damn, this time I feel guilty. His face was too plain and knew nothing," said the man in front of me, sighing harshly.

"What's wrong, just do it so that you don't get rebuked and scolded by your master, sir." I saw the eyes of the man in front of me widened in shock, as if he was surprised by what I said. Though my intention just wanted to calm himself so as not to be confused.

"Sorry again, miss!" the knife in his hand floated. Ah, is this my end. I closed my eyes with a small smile. Maybe in this way I can get out of this place soon, right.

"STOP!" a voice stopped everything. A little more when my neck will slip out of place. Ah, this didn't work out either. The owner of the voice stepped closer, pulling my chin so I looked up. "I found it!" low voice, dangerous glittering eyes. I think I'll face another problem now.