ELENA’S POV"You thief!" Alana screamed, her voice was harsh. I looked up at her, my face wet with tears, my hands clutching the doll I had taken from her room. I opened my mouth to protest, to tell her that I had no intention to take it, that it was an accident. But the words were caught in my throat, and all I could do was stand there, frozen, as she continued to yell."I knew I couldn't trust you," she spat. "I knew you were nothing but a common thief, a worthless orphan. It's no wonder your mother died, giving birth to a useless thing like you. She couldn't bear the shame of giving birth to a thing like you. ” The words cut deep, like a knife to my heart. My mother's death had always been a painful memory, and now to have it used against me in such a cruel way was too much to bear. I felt my knees go weak and I sank to the ground, my whole body shaking with sobs.Alana's mother watched me, her face twisted in a sneer. "You'll never amount to anything," she said, her voic
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