On the night of October 23rd, her life shatters.
A seven-year-old girl wakes in silence, her body broken and her spirit trembling.
With nothing but pain and moon to guide her, she escapes into the darkness, bleeding, barefoot, and alone.
Under a pal...
There's a lot of blood dripping from the broken mirror in the right-hand corner of the wall, resulting from a very powerful stab with a mere fist.
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The devastating damage in that room looks like a group of men broke in.
But it's a woman in her contrite anger.
Why was I even born??? What is the purpose of living like shit? What is the purpose of living like a helpless person and dying helplessly??? Why do people who face shit in their lives not die because of someone asking them to go on living? Then why don't they die when they lose the only thing that has held them till now??? There's nothing to lose. I myself lost everything dear to me; the only human being that mattered to me died. I want to die too, but I can't because he wants me to go on living?? Did he curse me in return for all the good memories and all the love and care he gave to me?? Why does he want me to live?? Didn't...di... Didn't he know how hard it is for me to go on living without him??? Oh, Maternal Grandfather, you know me. You know me from the core. No one is able to approach. Why don't you just take me with you??? Why do you do this to your little moon?? How can I live a life without you? I.i.I ca n'ttttt.
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She cried so hard that her eyes got severe puffiness and redness, and her blood tears flowed from her left eye. She spoke in a very unsteady voice. She rubbed her eyes so hard that it caused both eyelids to turn a very dull purple colour, and it caused itchiness and irritation. Her blood pressure dropped to a very dangerous level; she felt unconscious, but she didn't seem to care about anything. She's sitting on the floor holding a picture; it seems like she's been talking to that one picture for a while now.
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No one dares to knock on the door that day; Everyone out there knows there's something very atrocious that happened last night, so they have to wait until Mam Minnie or Sir Fedrick comes.
We should call them before they find out and scold us for not telling them earlier. Paul says.
But the boss got angry if she found we told them without her permission. Marie says while her hands are trembling with fear. She is the only sensitive person in that manor.
But she's most trusting of what Minnie says; both of them are nuts about each other because of the devoted relationship between them.
She's piercing her knuckles; she's used to doing her stitches by her own bare hands.
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The door knocked politely.
She didn't pay attention.
The door knocked again, but this time with more power.
Her brain is not in her senses at that time; she didn't even flinch for a second at the noise of the door knocking.
Open the door, Flora, or I'll break it. We need to talk; isolation doesn't work on me. A very polite sound comes from the side of the walls.
