THE OLD NIGHTMARE.

CHAPTER 1; BETTAS DOING.

[[WARNING!! BLOOD & GORE ARE MENTIONED AND SEEN THROUGHOUT THIS. BE AWARE OF SENSITIVE MEDIA‼️]]

It all started when I was just 3, when my older sister; Betta, started to show signs of BPD. I was too young to understand of course, yet my sister and father were confused, and scared, unaware of how horrible this situation would lead to in over a decade. Betta, loved father, Father loved Betta, did I interfere? That would be a sin in my book, Betta and Father were so close, they would watch TV, eat ice cream, and even cuddle. It was sweet from my memory, but nothing could bring me to today.
       I, Bernarda, would have never thought that Betta would do such a crime. She loved father with all of her heart, but what lead her to this? The blood soaking in the moist carpet, smudged all over Betta and the wrench she used. I remember that night, last night, when she barged in my room, during my slumber, she shook me awake, making me gasp for air.*
"I killed him. I killed Father,"
       I was confused, thought it was a joke even, till I noticed the blood all over her. It all happened so fast, Father's lifeless body on the floor, his eyes rolled in the back of his head.

'Dream, please, Dream.'

I repeated in my head, but everything was real, Betta had done it, and when I saw the look in her eye; no remorse was available. When I proceeded to process everything, Betta ran out, not even trying to cover her blood soaked self. I stared at Father's body again, lifting up his head with his hair, red veins swelling under his eye sockets. I wanted to vomit. It was too much for me to bear. Betta. I want Betta dead."
      Dr. Wood sighed softly, listening to my long epilogue of just yesterday, all at night. "I'm so sorry Bernarda," He mutters, looking away. "Do...you know what lead her to blame you for it?" I looked upon him, pinching the bridge of my nose. "She's horrified of dealing with more intimidating kids, she's been to juvenile once, and she had gotten teased and hurt there, she wished it was me whenever she came home, she told me."
       Suddenly, Dr. Wood stands, putting a hand on my shoulder. "I really don't think you killed your father, Bernarda, and I do want you to cooperate during the trial." He said in a stern tone, backing away from me. "Food will be dropped off at 6pm, See you around Bernarda." And just like that, the door slammed shut. Being all alone with me and my thoughts. I take a breather, lying back on the gurney with a soft thud. Betta is probably being fed well and bathed, while I'm rotting in this damn basement. All alone, I gazed across the room, noticing my own document file on the side of my gurney, I soon pull it out, reading it in my head.

'BERNARDA LE ROSEA
AGE; 14
RACE; Dark
NATIONALITY; Portuguese
SEX; F
PURPOSE; Investigated for murder of family.'

Betta is a smartass, and I know she could potentially get rid of the word; 'Investigated' and have me be stuck here till my deathbed. I was doomed from the start. Oh, Why did mother leave? This would have never happened if mother left; Betta would be sane even, sane enough to live on her own. But, it all went downhill. I set the file back down in the pocket by the gurney, laying back on it and leaning my head towards the cheap foam pillow. I miss everyone, where was the blue sky I was always looked upon? 4 months, of being alone in my room, only to survive off of corn soup from under the door. 4 months until the trial, and I needed something to come up with as opposed to. Something that could leave me to be an orphan, something that could lead me getting adopted by a rich family from the coast. Something. Next thing I know, I doze off, my face shoved in the cheap pillow, breathing gently within. Nightmares brewing in my head.

(I do NOT know if this will gain attention, either way TYSM FOR READING‼️ I hope you enjoyed so far, I will work on more soon! Also, most of these chapters will have mentions of blood, or gore, or even other sensitive media about bodies, including ED's, Mention of Wg and Decreasing Wg, SH, SA, murder, and suicide. BE AWARE OF THE FUTURE!! Thank you!)