An Echo In The Night

The second mistake

Echo? Love? She felt a gentle hand stroking her hair. She heard far off murmurings as if from another room, her eyelids fluttered she turned her head and let out a cry of pain she felt scabs cracking. Echo! Christian exclaimed. No, no! Don't move!! W-What happened?? Echo queried. Christian went silent for such a long time that Echo thought he might be ignoring her. Finally he answered; Echo.... I hurt you. On purpose. Then it all came back. He remembered what she had called Lisbeth. She remembered the whipping. And then she remembered Lisbeth had called her that exact same name among other things. She remembered how cruel her stepfather and sister had been to her since her mother died. The black spot on her heart grew. It had been so pure. So innocent. But that was a long time ago. And then suddenly she cracked. All that time, she had put up with it. She couldn't stand it. She used to blame herself for her mothers death but now she didn't she didn't. She decided it was her stepfathers fault. She then blamed everything on him. Echo? Christian asked worriedly. Oh? What? I just got lost in thought i suppose. I am sorry Echo. Please don't hate me! " I forgive you. " she then gave him a wry smile. "How long until i can get up?" A week maybe? I do not know. Janice would know. "Fine" I'll go get her. "Fine"

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The days flew past. She enjoyed the break from work. However, it gave her time to brood. Gave her time to decide what to do. How to escape this. But she finally decided to stay. She was angry and she was hurt with all the wrong they had done her. She had a plan. And she WOULD do it.

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Three weeks later:

Its time. Echo thought. She lifted her mattress and found, just were she had hidden it. The dagger her father had given her for her fifth birthday. The one he had told her to keep hidden. The one that he wanted her to have so that she could protect herself. The one that she had skinned rabbits with when she was seven. (She had gone hunting with her father and brother for her seventh birthday. But they were both gone now..) but now... She was the last of her family. She had a life to live. And she couldn't live here. She knew her parents would not approve of what she was doing. But then if they had been alive she wouldn't have to do it. She slipped the dagger into her corset and then sneaked down the hallway into her stepfathers room. She went to the bed. Pulled the dagger out of her corset. Raised it above his sleeping chest, And then, stabbed.