Hopeful Violets

Chapter { 1 } : flower

Love is a hard word.

As she looked at the officer waiting on her house porch, she couldn't help but wonder if it'll ever be okay, if she'll ever know the meaning of that word, and if it will ever be easy, even though she wouldn't say she'll be grieving because of the news she just received, she's afraid of what life has to offer in the upcoming time.
And now she finds herself looking at a scene that always seemed far even for a dream, she couldn't help but be happy that she's free. She was observing the two graves with no emotion evident in her features, however as the sky was raining tears of joy, between the graves stood a violet taller then the others, no matter how much force the water hit her, she stood and never let her head be bent down.
She held onto hope.
And the girl couldn't help but be jealous of the flower, her beauty and her bravery is what amazed her.
And she knew that after this day things were going to change, and they will never be the same, either good or bad she knew she had to hold on to hope.
Like that one flower, trying not to get defeated by the rain as it tried to lower it because she knew it will stop eventually.

And you're wondering what brought her here....

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●Mirabella:

I woke up with a splitting headache reaching to my eyes, ignoring it i glanced at the clock reading 6:47, shoot I was supposed to be up at 6:00, and I can't help but be scared of what's gonna come.
I often miss the rare dreams I have at night, where I never have to worry about anything other than waking up, but I always do, look at myslef in my tiny mirror, and can't help but hold my tears that threaten to fall off my dull and empty eyes. I have always felt incomplete and not whole, like something is missing, and I always wonder if that unoccupied place in my heart will ever be filled. My 'parents' have never been the ideal and perfect ones, but I had to learn to never question the good things in my life, and a roof to sleep under is so much more than good.

Which leads us to where we are, drifting my gaze from my vacant eyes to my small amount of clothes I own, i get ready for the day, not trying to cover up my bruises for now, because I'll be getting new ones in a few minutes, I pick my outfit from the 'oh so many' options I have. Note the sarcasm.

I only own two hoodies and two pants, it's not much, but I'm still grateful for it.

Coming down the stairs to make breakfast, I felt an agonizing pain in my ribs, which led to me falling down the stairs, looking up, I am met with a really angry william coming down with his usual worn out belt.
"You were supposed to make breakfast, you filthy ungrateful bitch", he said as he pinned me on the floor and started punching me on my ribs. I whimpered as silent tears stained my cheeks.
He stopped hitting, and I didn't want to know what was coming, as he started taking my hoodie off.

"NO... please, it w won't happen again, please" I whimpered to stella as she helped him, she pinned me to the ground with my back facing them.
"Thus is what you get for being a worthless peice of shit", she said as he threw his belt to my back with all his might.