"Where words fail, music speaks." —Hans Christian Andersen
—She smiled so gently while looking at her daughter in the eyes."Mom... your eye," she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and concern. The sight before her shattered the delicate balance of her emotions, causing her eyes to well up with tears, reflecting the pain and fear that gripped her soul.
The older woman, despite the agony etched on her face, tried to reassure her daughter with a hushed voice. "Shh, I'll be fine. Go, go to your room before he comes back." Her words were laden with both maternal love and a desperate plea to protect her child from the impending chaos.
"But... are you going to be okay?" The young girl's voice quivered, mirroring the fragility of her heart as uncertainty engulfed her.
Before her mother could respond, she was abruptly pushed towards the stairs, her small frame stumbling against the resistance. The resonating sound of the front door slamming open shattered the silence, jolting her into action. She hurriedly climbed the stairs, her trembling hands fumbling with the lock on her bedroom door, seeking solace and shelter from the brewing storm.
With her back against the door, she sank down, her breaths uneven and shallow, her thumb nervously finding its way to her mouth, the taste of anxiety on her lips. Straining her ears, she strained to catch fragments of her father's words, which pierced through the air with their aggressive force. Each word was a dagger, laced with the toxic fumes of his intoxicated rage. His very essence seemed tainted, his body a vessel for the destructive forces that consumed him.
"Put that down!" her mother's voice rang out, desperate and tinged with a mix of defiance and fear. "Jiro, you'll regret it."
"Fuck you," he spat venomously, his voice a harbinger of impending calamity.
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...A thunderous gunshot reverberated through the walls, shattering the fragile existence they once knew. The young girl's stomach churned with dread, her wide eyes reflecting the horrors she anticipated as tears pooled on her trembling lashes. With great trepidation, she willed herself to rise, her hand unsteady as it turned the key in the lock, allowing her escape from the confines of her sanctuary.
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