She pulled her coat tightly around her slender body. The cool night breeze hit her cheeks softly as she shivered. She knew she shouldn't be out here in the cold, but she couldn't bring herself to walk back inside. Her almost lime green eyes clouded over with a stream of tears, cascading down her cheeks, causing her eyeliner to run and streak her cheeks black. Her vision was blurry and her eyes stung, but she didn't care. She needed to get out of this place. It was hell on her. She had failed at the one thing she wanted ti succeed in most. Her family was in pieces, and deep inside she knew, there was no hope in pulling them together. But she had tried her hardest, tried with everything she had to keep it together, and yet, she had failed. She wasn't strong enough. Her chest felt tight, was it because of the tight corset she insisted on wearing all the time? or because of the pain mixed with blood, covering her body? She didn't care though, at least she could still feel. "Malavere!" Her younger brother yelled. "You need to come back inside" he added, reaching towards her. "Don't" she replied softly "I failed, can't you see... I couldn't hold our damned family together" she finished, collapsing to the ground. She looked like a ghost, her pale, almost white, skin glowing in the moonlight. "Malavere... It's not over, we can still try" He claimed, kneeling down beside her. "NO!" she almost screamed. she couldn't even bring herself to utter his name. Her insides felt like they were being ripped apart. "They can't fix this, we can't fix this..." She sobbed, motioning to her wrists, that she kept covered, and pulling clumps of dirt and grass out of the ground. She couldn't see straight. She couldn't even think. But she knew, whatever happened tonight would be for the best, be it good, or bad. It would not only be the end... but a new begining for her.
Quickly, her eyes snapped open, tears threatening to spill. She couldn't stand remembering that horrible night, the pain it brang, the memories of leaving everything she once knew, to start fresh at a new life. She refused to answer the calls or messages, they hadn't stopped trying to contact her for three years, Didn't they realise what pain they were causing her to go through. She felt the hot pricks of fresh tears when she finally looked at her phone. Three missed calls and a tonne of messages, most from her brother. she deleted them all. She didn't want to know what pain they were going to bring her this time around.
She scanned her bedroom, noticing that she needed to clean up severely, and finally do her laundry. She threw her warm blankets off her body and swung her legs over the side of her bed, resting her tiny feet on the fluffy black and red carpet, wriggling her toes trying to warm them up
