ROSES ✔️

Living Hell

The sound of someone's sobbing perk my attention. I couldn't shake off the bad feeling I'm having so I leaned towards it. The path was muddy due to the heavy rainfall yesterday. Stepping lightly into the moist grass and avoiding the mud, not noticing the splotches that made way to my jeans, I continued.

After nearing into the back, the almost vacant and darkest room in the hospital, my skin prickles with fear. I could feel the goosebumps on my skin as I fight the shivered to press myself more into the wooden scarf my grandmother specially woven for me.

A woman, whose black hair was sprawling into her face, making me look a bit sceptical to draw near her. But the sight of her bracelet, the one I especially buy and added some special trinket, a little nightingale, made me stop on my tracks. It was no wonder, the pull was so strong and I haven't even resist nor think about second thoughts and rushed here. There she was, her white plain cloth, from the hospital was dirtied with mids and some leaves, her feet was bare and I could see the trickle of blood, flowing onto the ground.

It was no doubt.

I step cautiously, trying not to make a sudden move to frighten her. Her hunched back was painful to watch as she wracked and trembled between sobs and painful wails. It broke my heart, no. It shattered my whole being and I feel dissapointed with myself. I gave her so many promises, even though it's internal it still made me the worst sister you could ever dreamed of.

"Arianne"

Yes, the girl I'm just talking about was my little sister. She lifted up her face and I couldn't help but tear up, I ended up biting my lips to prevent the so that's lodge inside my throat.

She no longer held the cheerful and eyes full of innocence to the world, but instead a worn out woman whose eyes held nothing but emptiness. I see myself in her and that thought scared me. I couldn't , I wouldn't even bear to think about it. Thinking about her killing herself, taking pills and getting bitter and feeling hatred around the world.

I do want her to know about the darkness in reality, the scheming and vain heart of people but not in this way. He just robbed her life, sucked it out off her.

"R...Ros..e"

Tears finally streamed in her eyes and I didn't hestitate to caged her in my embrace. She's so little, boney at some point and I could feel the bones poking me. Then suddenly, tears and pain spread through me. It was agonizingly painful and I couldn't help but to scream in pain.

The darkness covered us and only the tears and howls of pain mixed with hatred vibrated through the whole room.

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We eventually stopped and I supported her in her shoulder as we trudge along the path I've just taken moments ago. The lingering sorrow and pain loomed on the top of our heads, fingers holding each other  and the sound of puffing as we breathe through the chilly air brought by the upcoming winter.

Turning the lights on, I found her staring right through me as she lay down the bed. Her eyes still swollen from crying, now held understanding. I froze at that thought, I shut my eyes tightly and another wave of tears flowed naturally in my eyes.

Why?!

Why does it have to be her?! Why does it have to be us?!

I wanted to curse so bad, hands clenching into a tight fist while my mouth have flatten up to the point it was nowhere to be seen. Taking a seat at her, I took her left hand. I found some new and old wounds from slashing. Her wrist was covered up with faint scars and it just added to the heavy feeling I'm experiencing. Stroking her wrist, as if wishing the wounds to magically dissappear into this air.

But this is reality, and no matter how hurt and pain we have experience in our lives, we still need to live with it.

"Don't wo..rry, i-it will heal on itself"

I just smiled at her. Finally enthusiastic about her response I became a story teller and told her about the things that happened when I was out of town. Her smiles never left her face and I avoided the topic about grandmother's torture on me. Well, I asked for it and her teachings have greatly impacted me and the way I handled my life.

I was no longer the suicidal and gloomy teenager but the new, and a stronger independent woman.

"That's great........I wish I notice it"

My face paled and the relaxing atmosphere turned stifling. I just smile and pretended about it. I don't want to talk about it right now, especially with her condition.

"What are you talking about?"

"I should have noticed, I....I'm really sorry rose. I'm so so sorry"

Finally. She realized, but it was too late.

She learned the lesson in a much harsher and cruel way. He teaches a child to be obedient but punish them with a scar that will forever be in their life.

"Don't worry, I promise you and this time I intend to do it. We'll make his life a living hell, and maybe, let him experience what a true devil we are"

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Hey guys!!! It's been too long since I've updated 😞😞

Just knowing that someone was reading this makes me more motivated to write. I did promise you that I will finish this story.

Did I?🤔😕

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