Run off a cliff

So here's a story because there's nothing for me to say about this week(it is now three weeks after?). Mind you, it'll probably not be good in the first place...It;s your typical evil stepmother story. Go on if you wish though :)
This is up till where is stopped. I will edit it in the future and complete it. Probably...
Phyll waited. She was really Phyllis but she couldn't remember. No one had called her that in ages. She sat with her knees up to her chin in the cold, dark cellar. She waited for the one meal she'd get each day. It wasn't the food that she was looking forward to. It was what was brought in when the door to the horrid cellar she was kept in was opened. She waited. Waited in the dark silence.

Alas the door opened. Artificial light and sweet, clean air came flowing in. It wasn't fresh but it was better than the stale musty air of the cell. And the smells that came along! Phyll tried to recall what the smells belonged to. She couldn't. She'd spent far too long in this dingy cellar.

Ever since she was four, (She was turning nine in three days.) she had been locked up been locked up, right after her mother passed away and her father remarried.

The door slammed shut. Phyll scurried around in the darkness, groping around for the miserable amount of food that was thrown in. Her fingers grasped around meat and bread, she ate the meat first. The bread would kill off its taste later. Still it tasted like heaven to Phyll as she bit down on the stale meat. She didn't know what it was. Neither did she care. Anything that could save her from starvation was more than welcomed. She finished the bread and drank from the bottle of water thrown in with the food. The bottle was no longer hard to open compared to so many years ago. She'd bloodied her hands then, trying to twist the ribbed cap off the bottle.

Little Phyll spent her almost five years sitting and thinking of the day she'd be let out. There is, after all, not much to do when you are thrown and locked in in a cellar. She ad never fallen sick before. Not even when she threw a tantrum and begged for the door to be opened. Phyll didn't eat anything for two days. A great accomplishment for a child stepping out of toddler-hood.