Saving Her . . . . A typical day for a Girl.
Gabriella Anne Montez gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes glanced upon the shiny, sharp blade lying on her dressing table. Calling out to her. Her hand crept slowly towards it and then she slowly brought it near her eyes. She twisted and turned it while her eyes were glued to it. Then she sighed. All of a sudden, she dropped it when her bedroom door swang opened. Shit, she thought.
"Come my dear," Mr Montez took a step in the room, all drunk.
Gabriella shook her head and took a couple steps back.
"How dare you!" her father went outrageous and grabbed his daughter by the arm. He began beating her and blood dripped everywhere.
"Stop it! Please!" Gabriella cried while she struggled to break free.
Her father laughed hysterically after he had done enough. He clumsily walked out of the room to.. We don't know to where the hell.. Gabriella got up and banged the door shut. She leaned on it and then slid down. She curled herself into a ball with her arms wrapped around her legs. She took in deep breaths and let them out slowly. Then, her eyes began to water as she kept thinking about the incident a few moments ago. Her arms were covered with bloody bruises again. She couldn't understand her father. Her mother's death wasn't her fault. After that, she buried her head in her knees and cried her eyes out.
After expressing her emotions for a few hours, Gabriella looked up. It was now dark. The moon and stars were out. She sighed heavily and took a look at the dangling necklace around her neck. The charm was in a shape of a blood-red heart with a dark black outline and if you turn it around, you'll see a small picture of her, her mother and also, her dad. They were happy back then. Until her mother passed away a week after Gabriella's 10th birthday. On the birthday, the necklace was given as a birthday present to Gabriella from her late mother, Gina Montez. She cherished it so much.
But even after 11 years of Gina's death, Gabriella would still get angry.
"Why did you have to go Mum?" Gabriella murmured to her mother in the picture,"look at me, Dad's been abusing me for 11 years now. I can't stand it!"
When she said that, she got more tempted. Her eyes looked away from the picture to the blade just beside her. She looked at the picture again and mouthed,"I'm sorry." Then she took the blade and hesitated. After a while, she slashed a perfect cut across her wrist.
She sighed sadly but did feel a sense of satisfaction somewhere in her. She placed the blade beside her while watching the blood flew, drip by drip, on the floor.