I Can Save You (Ddlg)

C.1- I Can't Do This Anymore

AN//: This is technically not my first story I've written since I write all the time, but this is the first I'm putting online. Hope you enjoy and just in case you didn't read the description, this is a Dd/lg story, which means Daddy Dom/ Little Girl and AgePlay so please look up stuff about it before you read this and freak out.

Thanks, hope you like it!

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Anya

The small Latina stood there, looking over her mother's grave. It had been exactly three days and fifteen hours since she died and Anya couldn't take it anymore.

It is all my fault, I should've been there. I should've taken care of her better.

She stood there and cried her eyes out as the rain soaked through her shirt and messy, curly hair.
She pulled out her phone and checked the time.
9:45
New message from Anita.

No.

She opened the message and regretted her decision once she read it.

Anita: Not only did you kill your father, but now your mother's dead.Wow! Nice job worthless.

I did kill them. I should've been a better daughter.

She slowly stood up from her spot next to the grave and ran her fingers across her mother's name one more time.
"Goodbye Mami. Te quiero mucho," she whispered one last time, before standing to leave. She sulked back to her small,worn down Chevy her dad saved for her. It only played cassette tapes and she was fine with that, she enjoyed listening to the array of Latin music her dad would always listen to. Ignoring the cool wind that blew with rain, she climbed into the car and drove. As she drove back to her small apartment she realized that the only thing, the only reason she was still living, was dead.

My support, my sunshine,my best friend, my teacher,my other half, my everything, my only reason is gone. Everything I lived for is gone and so am I. I want to be gone.

She continued down the long rode until she had to stop,
"Ugh, freaking traffic." The cranky Latina honked a few times but gave up and just grabbed a random cassette to put into the player.

A song started playing through the speakers that she knew by heart. You Are My Sunshine. To add to it, it was not just the regular version, but the version her dad and mom recorded with her. Her dad had been trying to teach her how to play it on the piano so he could record her and play it in his car every morning on his way to work.

You are my sunshine,

Her father's deep voice sang out. Then her mother came in as she was playing.

My only sunshine, you make me happy when gray. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you

Then her own voice came in, young and pure, filled with joy. She hadn't heard that voice in a long time.

So please don't take my sunshine away.

"AAAAAH! I CAN'T DO THIS!" she screamed at no one in her car, she had finally got out of traffic, but it now felt like a traffic was in her head. So many cars stuck together represented so many emotions and feeling and like just then, she couldn't escape.
"I don't want to be alone. Please, Mami, Papa, come back to me," she cried and cried for what felt like hours, she was completely oblivious to the fact that she had even gotten home and now sat in her bathtub half naked with her razor in her hand.

The fragile girl,cut as many times as she felt was enough, but still it never felt like enough. No matter how many breaths they helped her breathe after each one she felt like she was back to suffocating.