Conglomerated Yarns - A Short Story Collection

Broken ties..

"Mumma?" A quiet, broken voice called out, her bruised hands going up to fist on her mothers dress. But her hands were yanked off, emitting a pained cry from her at the brutal handling of her already injured hands. Tears soaked her already wet face as she pleaded with her family, to listen, to trust, to "please no no no.. I didnt do it mumma... Papa they- they're bad Papa please..."

She woke up with a start, frantic eyes darting across the rooms and injured arms reaching as if to hold someone.

"Papa? Mama?" Her tiny voice sounded, fragile and filled with fear. But there was no answer, just like all the times she called, yearned for them to come, embrace her in the warmth and safety of her arms. For her siblings to make her smile, to let her feel the stretch of her muscles widening one more time. But no, they weren't there, her mother wasn't there to sing her to sleep when she woke up from a bad dream, her father wasn't there to protect her from t-them, her siblings weren't there to put a smile on her face.

She had pleaded with everyone until she screamed and tore her throat, but the didnt even look at her. Her mother had looked away already declaring her guilty. Her father was helpless; he wouldn't dare step over her mother's decision. Her siblings hadn't even looked at her. She stared at her "family" and slowly a smile broke out on her face. No one cared, should've known that...

The blade felt cool in her hands, the sleek metal tip drawing a bead of blood. It was beautiful, in a way, to see the crimson blood trail off her wrists and along the length of her arm, standing out in a stark contrast to her ivory skin. A deep, contended hum resonated from her chest as she drew the blade deep in her wrist, cutting a neat line on the smooth surface.

Later, as she lay the bleeding into the cool marble, a slow smile broke out of her face. And as she closed her eyes, the nearby television announced the assault and her innocence, the assault whose scars she bore, of whom she was wrongly accused for, who showed that, as usual, no one cared...

*A/N*

I don not promote suicide, it is just foe the sake of the story that it is mentioned here. Please do not commit suicide, it may end you suffering but you cannot be sure you would be in a better place after that.

Stay healthy and safe,
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