Stone Cold

Chapter 1: The suicide

Warning: mature content; gory and content that some viewers might find disturbing. Read at your own risk. Viewer discretion is advised.

Things were never as innocent as they seemed to a child. Children were supposed to be filled with joy and never supposed to be exposed to reality without growing up naturally, with some form of stability. Pretty lies should have been told and the truth remain hidden, but some people were really callous and heartless; an undesirable, unbelievable and unbearable unchangeable personality trait. Glistening tears were shed on her soft skin as her ocean blue, emerald green mix eyes met with her mother's faded, washed away icy blue eyes. Hesitating to speak, her mother enlaced their hands to comfort her, barely working, and spoke "honey, I think you should understand, never have your expectations set so high, life is nothing but a raincloud covering the entire sky and blocking the sun eternally, never have hope. You see, I had hope for your father, that he could be reformed and change his inhuman ways but as much as I'd try, nothing worked. I was tricked; he fooled me, the devil in the form of an angel, sorry that you have to go through this too."
They were both trying to be strong for each other but her mother's voice cracked and wavered and her daughter sobbed hysterically, almost silently into the wind. Aurelia held her head down, staring at the stained floor, stained with shards of glass and stained with the pain of all the memories of screams of the voices of the ones that soothed her to sleep. "Mummy, please don't leave me, you can stop being with daddy but you can't, I can't imagine a future without you." She said in a broken, hoarse voice.
Her mother forced a smile and a small laugh "baby, I'm not leaving you, don't worry."
"But I heard you and daddy-"
"I was upset but I'm never going to leave you."
"Mummy, promise?"
"Promise.." she told her, half-hearted smile and masking her entire ocean of pain locked inside her fragile body, bursting to get out.
Her mother's hands were warm and she refused to let go but tore herself from that and placed them against her child's soaked cheeks, kissing them, not showing her guilt or future regret.
For that night, her child fell asleep in the midnight cold, moonlight silhouette glimmering through her window, glass shattering once more and angry screams came from her once-happy, gentle parents. Wishing the night away, Diana opened the worn out door of Aurelia's, stroking her, writing a note for her daughter for when she awoke to the horror she would see, knowing it was selfish and she would never be able to give her child the life she never had but things had gotten so bad and she only had one way out of this. Tears struck the note, while her hands violently shaking and her pen quivering in motion and in sync. Finishing up, she ran the bath, ignoring the angry insults of the man she once loved somehow, closing the door and leaving everything behind, him, her angel and this hellhole that even the devil inside didn't deserve it. Once she steadied her raspy breathing, she took her pocket knife, decorated and creatively made, which could cut skin like paper, her reason for having it and prepared it for her wrist. Cutting one line swiftly, she screamed in pain, feeling her whole body ache in pure agony, blood rushing like a waterfall, turning the bath a deep red. Ignoring the pain, she continued on, each line telling every story she wished to leave behind in that body when it had decayed, screaming more and more loudly with each slash, more blood oozing, more dark the water and the more sad this event had become
. A gory death. This was it. She closed her eyes, finally getting the bliss she had always dreamed of and desired, the memories of her life playing in her head, mostly memories of baby Aurelia and her beautiful eyes, always warm, subtle and elegant. The last few moments of her life were ending, sound distorting, vision fading, everything fading until it was over. A bittersweet death.