Sylvie Maradona: The Story Of A Monster

Chapter 25: Pain

{Every one of us, no matter how damaged or abnormal or shut down, we're all looking for love. Every person needs love in this world, but our views on what love is varied enormously}

    She went back to her house...their house. Every room was still filled with her aura. She could still hear her voice calling for her. She could see her reflection I mirrors. The house was silent. And thus silence was even louder than death. She was, once again, all alone.
Sylvie wasn't able to enter the hospital since the situation would be too complicated.

  Crista had everything under control and asked to go home.
  BAs a result, she didn't receive any treatment for the trauma on her leg. She entered her office and slowly removed her jeans which was soaked in blood. She threw it on the floor. She opened the drawer of her desk and took out some forceps she had, for situations like this. She placed her leg on a chair. She gritted her teeth and plugged the forceps into the wound. While she was pulling out slowly and painfully the bullet, animalistic sounds were escaping her lips. Even thought she created a new waterfall of blood, she was at some point revealed. After that, she grabbed a bottle of whiskey.

She opened it and after taking a few shots, she purred the rest on her traumatised leg. She was finally done.
She got in the bathtub and turned on the almost boiling water. She let the water wash away the blood from her entire body. The deep pain had passed and the infection had been avoided. She got out of the shower and after drying her body and hair, she tied her leg with two tight gauzes of two meters each.

She then laid down on her bed and fell asleep immediately. She spent the next three days in bed. Without putting any food or water in her mouth. She was only thinking. Her mind was working all day and night about what she had to do.

The third day Crista texted her, informing her about Bella's funeral. The next morning she got up, got dressed and left the house.

She drove at the cemetery. There was no one else except her. Bella was an orphan and she didn't have any friends either. It was breaking Sylvie's heart. Once again, she was recalling some of their memories.

"I am really sorry for your loss." she heard Crista's voice behind her. "She didn't deserve an end like this. I don't know what to say. It was extremely unexpected. You have to be strong right now. I know you can do it. It will take time to heal but-"
"Can you shut your mouth?"
"I'm sorry?"
"I don't want to hear a single thing." She really didn't want to listen anyone's voice. Who was able to understand what Bella's death was for her? She was dead inside. "I have had enough." She was a moving puppet for years. "I am tired." Only this girl made her feel like a human again. She made her understand what falling in love was like. " I can see nothing." Sylvie was dead. " There is nothing left to me. I lost her." She died when her beloved girl left her last breathe. "I lost everything. She is dead and it's my fucking fault."
She knew it was her fault. She didn't protect her. If she only didn't come out of her hidden spot....If they hadn't see her.... she could still be alive.

"Oh Sylvie...it's not your fault." Crista said and took a deep breathe. "It's the first time that I don't know what to do to help you. I don't know what to do."
"Well I do." Sylvie answered with a sharp tone.
"Sylvie, please, don't do anything crazy agai-"
"I will take Ahmed and go back in Argentina."
Her decision caught off guard Crista. Was she for real just going to leave? Without any short of revenge?
"Oh...that means that you are not going to...you know." Crista for a second thought there wouldn't be more dead people in this story.
"Of course I will kill Collins first."
Of course, we were talking about Sylvie.

"I see. Well, you two can do whatever you want." Crista answered to her and made a few steps away from Sylvie. "You should had keep this fight between the two of you. Just you and Rachel. Bella wouldn't be dead and, who knows, maybe we were happier." She said drowning in anger. How many people lost their lives because of their fight?
"We can't undo things. So we, unfortunately, have to keep moving forward." the brunete said with her eyes always locked on the grave. She had to...Everyone had to move forward. They were unable to stop now. The pressure on their necks was too tight. And there was only one way to be revealed.
"Then good luck. I'm not going to follow anyone of you." Crista said a left. Leaving Sylvie behind questioning how she got there.