8:00 A.M - The maid opened the royal blue curtains and blinded me as I woke. She wished me good morning and helped me into the white dress that had been picked out for me. 

8:15 A.M - I headed towards the dining room for breakfast. A few moments after I sat down, Mother and Father walked in and joined me. They were discussing something in a hushed tone. I didn’t understand some of the words but it wasn’t polite to eavesdrop so I focused on the plate in front of me.

9:00 A.M - The tutor arrived exactly on time, a moment later and I would have had a new one by tomorrow. Father deemed lateness as another form of laziness so I always made an attempt to be punctual. We went through the subjects: math, science, writing, reading, and Russian. I asked her about the words that I heard Mother say this morning. Bankrupt. The tutor ignored my question and continued on with the subject. She wasn’t to stray from the agenda which was set in stone. 

12:00 A.M. - I sat down in front of the piano. I began playing the sheet music that was in front of me. The music bounced off the walls of the room which was mainly empty except for the piano, me, and one of the maids. The music was loud but not loud enough that it was the only thing that could be heard. Mother was yelling at Father, which was strange. I was taught not to raise my voice and I though Mother should be held to the same standard. However, eavesdropping is rude so I continued playing and focusing on the task at hand. Father told me it’s best to stay focused and that’s what I intend to do.

2:00 P.M - I had half an hour free. I roamed the large house, much of which I doubt I’ve seen. My shoes clicked against the marble floor as I walked. I found myself in the ballroom. I remember the party Mother and Father threw for my 9th birthday. Mother wore this ball gown and she outshone everyone there. Father never joined in the fun but he would always watch Mother dance fondly. The room hasn’t been used since then. 

On the wall next to the marble staircase was a painting of Mother, Father, and me. Father’s gaze was always scary and I think it’s perfectly captured in the painting. I headed up the stairs, focusing on the clicking that the heels on my shoe made and found myself in the hallway where Father’s study was. He was always there the entire day. Noone was to disturb him. As I walked past the room, a maid came out. Her hair was messy, her skirt wrinkled, and the buttons on her top done poorly. She spotted me and asked me not to tell Mother.

9:00 P.M. - After the maid dressed me into my royal blue pajamas I went to bid mother and father a good night. I knocked on fathers study and said goodnight. He didn’t respond but he never does anyway. I went to the master bedroom of the house and knocked on the door.  I said good night. I didn’t get a response. Mother was probably inside sleeping, she sleeps early nowadays. I head off to bed and the maid tucked me in.

Caroline knocked on the door and bid her mother good night. Usually she responds but today she didn’t. Caroline blamed her lack of response on the possibility that her mother was sleeping. What she didn’t know was that her mother wasn't asleep but rather hanging from the ceiling. Her mother had just stepped off the chair and had heard Caroline. From the simple words of goodnight from her daughter, she came to the realization she had someone to live for. She let out a cry for help but the rope around her neck cut off any sound she tried to make. She struggled as she grabbed onto the noose for dear life. “I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die.”

8:00 A.M 

The maid opened the royal blue curtains that covered my windows, blinding me as I woke. She wished me good morning and helped me get into the white dress that had been picked out for me.