STAINED RED

one.

★彡 CHAPTER ONE;
— get rid of your weakness

THE WORD ❛FREEDOM❜ HAS ALWAYS HELD A POWERFUL MEANING TO BELLE EVER SINCE SHE LEARNED HOW TO WALK. She wanted to be likes the kids she's seen outside her window whenever her father told her to do her homework in her room with the window locked shut. The ones that got run about as far as they want compared to Belle who felt like she was trapped in a box and when she thinks she's free she's simply put into a slightly larger box, surprised she was sane ( so she thought ).

Belle would sit and ponder on her desk about everything she'd do when she achieved her goal. She'd draw out scenarios arguing daily with voices she hears about what they should in that particular scenarios. One day Belle was arguing with herself intentionally loudly causing her dad to storm into her room telling her to stop arguing with herself like an insane woman, she explained to him she wasn't talking to herself — but the voices, he sneered claiming she was an attention seeker and forced her to stay in her room for the rest of the day without dinner for wasting his time.

She mentally scowled herself for thinking back to those vile yet memorable times when she should be thinking about her future. She wouldn't have no future if it wasn't for her ability to rip it out of his hand. She felt exhilarating. She was smiling as she exited her apartment walking down the hall to apartment number 106 with a pie ( she bought ) it was the normal thing to do she assumed. Say you made the good but you actually bought it in a nearby store.

Her right fist curled holding the pie in her left hand careful not to sway it. She knocked three times, stepping back with a smile as warm as the sun wanting to seem . . . normal? If that was even possible for her.

Seconds later, a copper shoulder length haired woman in her mid forties was revealed behind the open wooden door with a perplexed look on her wrinkle free face. "May I help you, darling?"

"No — I mean, yes, Yes." She stuttered, annoyance taking over her features for a few seconds before disappearing. She hated how nervous she felt, she blamed it on her lack of people skills. "I've made," She winked. "this pie and I was wondering if you'd like some?"

The woman wipes her hands on her apron something Belle had just noticed she had on. She smiled tightly. "I'd love to but I'm a little busy right now."

A memory struck her like a disease, a time back when she tried her best to earn her father's acknowledge but he simply growled at her for annoying him during work. Can't you see how busy I am right now so stop pestering me!

She flinched at the loud echoing voice that reminded of her deceased father. "I'm sorry." She mumbled in a child like tone, frightened.

The woman looked confused by her sudden discomfort but shook it off. "It's alright, darling. How about next time, I'm sure we could work something out."

How about the next time you bring me something other then disappointment?! I knew I should have ditched the moment your mother announced her pregnancy.

Anger flickered in her head like a lightbulb, the sudden right grip on the container alarmed the older woman. Belle clenched her jaw to stop herself from exploding at the lies she knew she was spewing.

She's like your father. A familiar emotionless voice whispered to her.

"She cannot be. She's kinder and welcoming." Belle argued in a hushed tone, her eyebrows knitting together breathing through her nose.

Then why is she using all the terrible words your father used as a knife to gut you open everyday he was alive?

"She isn't. I know — s — she isn't — it's not possible —" Belle stuttered through her words, her ears not hearing the container collide against the ground harshly but felt her finger pressed against the side of her face in frustration.

"Dear? A — are you okay?" Her voice sounded like they were miles away, she reacted forward to touch her shoulder but something wrapped around her wrist like a snake prevented her from doing so. "W — what are you doing?"

C'mon, do it! Don't you remember anything he thought you? Do you want her to be a consist reminder that he's still watching you through her eyes not giving you your earned freedom?

"I do not." She mumbled to herself all anger vanished leaving her feel nothing.

Then what are you gonna do about it?

The voice its self sounded sinister, prepared like it knew that this was gonna happen. Maybe it had, maybe it planned it like they had done that night.

"Get rid of my weakness." That was last thing the copper haired before her head collided with the door.

NOTE!
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— wndowpain