Broken Silence

CHAPTER EIGHT

It was a perfect day for rain as the little eleven year old brunette stared blankly at the headstone in front of her. Her once bright crystal eye that was used to be filled with life was now dull and devoid of any positive emotion; while her right one was covered in a white patch as it has not been fully healed yet. The child's shoulder length hair was completely drenched as she lowered her head so her bangs shadowed the top of her face. Her black dress reached her knees and she had black flats on.

Gemma felt so numb and empty of all emotion.

She's alone with no parents...

A monster in human skin.

That's been forever silenced to bare the weight of her sins; never to tell another soul.

It's not like she is capable of saying anything anyways...

Because no one will be able to understand what she's going through; keeping the fact that she's not fully human to all those around her will be her burden alone.

A vow of silence.

A pale shaky hand reached up and grazed a finger over the bandages around her throat. The wounds of that day a constant reminder and a start of Gemma's sealed fate.

"Gemma..?"

Silence.

Strickler felt his heart break at seeing how broken his daughter figure looks. What happened to the bright, mischievous, happy little girl?

Who used to smile as bright as the sun?

Now it's like that bright star has been consumed by a black hole; never to be seen again.

The grieving and heartbroken male notices the brunette getting completely drenched by the rain and went to grab her shoulder to get her attention; tell her to get under the umbrella-

But she flinched away from the touch that once gave her a feeling of comfort and safety.

And now it was replaced by fear.

The fear of hurting anymore people she loved.

Gemma is facing Walter with a wide eye and with her petite pale hands clasped together over her chest; bottom lip quivering. She then looked down in shame...

She doesn't deserve the luxury of being loved or comforted for what she did. Gemma had a chance of having a family and she destroyed it.

Up in flames.

It's all her fault.

Not even death is a fitting enough punishment for her.

That would count as a mercy.

With a expression that could be described as empty, the numb, emotionless little brunette walked past the only person who she had the privilege of calling father and into the backseat of his car.

Waiting to be taken to a world without her mother by her side.

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Gemma woke with a start as she fell out of bed with a loud THUD!