Too Late Now

"Please, don't hurt me anymore" Rose said, her voice filled with horror, cracked like the music played on a broken radio. She tried her best to prevent the flow of the salty seas from her eyes, as it stung badly against the slashed cuts on her cheeks; failing miserably. Her voice was barely audible, as her neck was poorly bandaged not to stop the flow of blood, but to chafe her neck against the raged edges of the rope like piece of cloth, enough to stop the overflow, but drops of blood had caked dry on her collar bone. Her wrists, bound by a thin metal wire, also bled badly.

"Oh honey, that's too late now for asking,don't you think so? And do you think it's up to you?" he said softly, so gently that it almost made Rose cry. "You should have thought that before you escaped from here. Now see what you've made me do," he said, running the sharp edged knife against her arm, digging on her skin slowly and forcefully, pooling down blood.

Rose wanted to scream ,but she refrained knowing that her fragile windpipe would burst in doing so. Her feet were shackled and her hands were bound together, above her head, against the window of the basement of the place she used to call home. The 17 year old could not bear any longer and burst into tears, screaming softly in agony. The pain was bearable compared to the pain he was putting her through. She could not believe how that loving man, her father, changed into a demon; the demon who was the reason of her mother's death and soon to be hers. Too weak to feel anything, she lost consciousness, succumbed to the darkness which engulfed her.

The man seeing her like this, unbound her wrists and shackles. The girl was too weak to do anything, and before she could regain her conscious, and try to escape, he would be back.

As if on cue, her eyes opened as her father left the house. He had underestimated her. As for Rose. she was weak physically and mentally. She neither had the reason to live nor the will. But he had no intention of letting her die nor live. He loved to torture her. But no more, she would not give him the joy of bringing her life to hell before death. She would die, she vowed.

In his drunk state, he forgot to lock the house down, giving Rose a perfect chance to escape. She managed to get on her feet and after what seemed like ages, she was out of the forsaken place, along with the sharp knife her father used to slit and scar her. The thought of backing off was not an option for her; she was determined.

The knife, wrapped in a piece of paper, lay in her hand as she stared at it in fear. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she shoved it inside her stomach.

"Aaaargh!" she shouted. The pain was excruciating. Blood began to pour out like water from the blow holes of a whale. She felt the dizziness caving in. She was filled with horror by the thought of not being able to do what wanted to do. She needed her father to repay for his sins.

Placing the knife, with his print on it, in the trash, she carried her body along to the sea, near her back yard. Blood pouring out faster by the second.

"Just a step, just another step," she whispered, as she painfully took each step. When she finally reached the water, the salty water hitting her open wound made her scream loudly. She wanted to back off immediately, but did not. She ignored every fiber of her body and began to swim. In the distance she could see clouds hovering over the horizon. she began to swim towards it, blood trailing over the sea. And a miracle happened. The clouds came down to her, and she could feel its softness caressing her. The pain was long but gone; she felt a wonderful feeling of peace wash through her. She was on the wonderful journey which led to the reunion with her mum...

Her body was found a few days later. With the evidences found her father was charged guilty. His truthful protests were not heard and he was hung to death, his soul left for the deepest pit of hell where he belonged.