Sera's POV

Little I knew that when I was going back home, there was going to be another hell on earth. Taylor drove me to Escala from ballet. My feet were aching my muscles were spamming and I couldn't find the strength to walk... But I had too... At least till I get into my room. I felt like I've been doing well... But all I see is a failure... A failure that let down her parents and everyone around her.

As we arrived home, I made my way up to my room. I just wanted to rest and consume myself within my own thoughts... But my lucky stars had something else prepared in mind.

I entered my room, and there they were...

'What are you doing?' I replied as I saw a box in my mother's hands and my journal in my father's hands.

The drawers were all open, and the hiding place was discovered... Did they just go through my things?

'It is time that your mother and I went sentimental.' dad started. 'We came up here looking for blades... But along we find this fucking box and this diary... Filled with diet pills, diet remedies, suppositories, laxatives... You've got enough stuff to remove your own organs' he replied while he stared at me.

I quickly moved and took the box from my mother... I tried taking the pills away from them, but dad was way stronger and faster than me. He grabbed me from my waist and pulled me away from her.

'What are you fucking trying to do? Kill yourself? He replied as he held me tighter.

'You have no damn right going through my things...' I said again as I tried freeing myself from his grip. 'Give me my fucking diary now!' I screamed at the top of my lungs.

'Christian! You're hurting her.'

'She's definitely not going to hurt herself anymore...' he said in anger mode. 'you barely eat to keep a mouse alive! You lie to us! You constantly do! You never eat at school! You never eat at home later'

'GIVE ME MY FUCKING DIARY DAD!' I SCREAMED and wiggled from his grip only to finally him let loose. I fell to the ground with a large thud. I felt my head moving and my vision wasn't clear, but I couldn't care less... They took away too much now... They cannot just barge in here and make everything theirs!

'Monday... I did it... Consumed less that 200... Burned over 600...' dad started as he continued reading.

'Dad please stop!' I begged as he continued reading.

'Tuesday… 10 laxatives… pain in my abdomen… 3 grapes… 1 lettuce leaf.' He continued as he turned the page. 'Wednesday… Half peeled apple… water… tea… and more fucking days like these!'

I felt anger rising... That's my private property... I bought it with my own money... Those are private thoughts. I felt adrenaline rush into me, and in a split second I was on my feet running towards my father snatching the diary away... But he was quicker than me... He held me from my arms near my wrists, blocking any movement I made... I tried fighting him...

'You cannot just come in here and fucking read my personal thoughts!' I screamed as I cried and continued attempting hitting him in the chest.

All he did was holding me stronger trying to restrain me before I hurt myself rather him. He dropped the diary and held me stronger... My mother was sobbing... She couldn't believe how things turned out to be.

'Sera I have the right to do whatever I want because you live under my fucking roof.'

'It's my life!'

'...and you're throwing it away!' he said again holding me tighter. I felt my hands burning... And a sharp pain in both my arms returned. I felt warm liquid passing under my cashmere top, and from pink it started getting red. Dad felt the warm liquid, and saw that his hands were turning red. He pulled one of my arms, while I resisted, but he was way stronger than I was. He pulled up my sleeve and there they were... Old scars under new ones... Blood gushing out of the new cut I had done the day before.

'What have you done!' dad exclaimed as he traced every mark...every scar... Every pain... 'Did we do this to you?' he asked in a calmer hurt voice.

I hated that he discovered everything... I hated the he now knew all my darkest secrets... I hated it. I crumbled to the ground feeling weak, tired, exhausted, exposed...

In front of him he saw a terrified girl trying to hold to the last straw, where it was now ploughed... I was lost... I cried... I hated myself...

He came beside me and held me tight to him, but I didn't want any comfort... He pushed me away for so long, and now because of this I was going to forget it. I pushed him and hit him in the chest, but he only hugged me harder and restrained me until finally I gave up... I sobbed in his chest... I let him see the true me... I let him see the weak damaged daughter he was living with. Blood was still gushing out of the cut. Dad motioned to my mother to bring him a towel from my bathroom... But it was too late... I was getting dizzy... I felt myself going numb and in a split second, everything went black.

Christian's POV

Her cries soon turned into sobs... Her cuts were gushing with blood... I didn't know what to do... I broke my own daughter... She fought me hard... She didn't want me to comfort her... My wife stood there dumbstruck, still holding out the pills... How stupid could we have been? She had been hiding this for so long and we noticed at the worst... What kind of parents are we?

I felt her fight finally subsiding... She was getting paler by the second, and although I held her cuts with the towel, blood still came out at an alarming rate... Soon she lay lifeless in my arms.

'Sera...' I called on her hoping to receive response. 'Sera!' I tried again... I looked at her face... She was getting colder and she was turning into a yellow shade... I checked her pulse, and there I noticed that it was irregular and weak. Blood was still gushing, and it was time to admit her to the hospital. I lifted her up with no effort... I shouldn't have been able to carry her as a baby... A 17 year old shouldn't be like this. We rushed out with Taylor on our tail. I drove frantically while Ana tended to her in the back seat. Taylor was quiet... He didn't know what to say let alone do... Few minutes later, after breaking all speeding laws, we arrived at the hospital. I lifted her up and called for help as I was there... Quickly some doctors and nurses took her away from us... Took my baby away...

I held my wife close to me... How could we let this go this far? She lay lifeless there... Not knowing if she'll ever be the daughter I knew... It's like this demon came in and robbed her from us overnight... At one point she was this cheerful sweet girl, always smiling... And now... Her smiles are fake... I see through the mask she holds... I see through her pain but she learned to block everything and everyone... I wasn't there for her... Will I ever be able to fix it?

'Please God, make her live! I'd give anything to see her take another breath...

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