The night was dark and silent. It was dark yet She could see everything clearly. She was laying on the ground, with he hands on the floor. Blood was flowing like water.

"Come.....pack up tomorrow you have to get your things out of here.."

The man was drunk. The man had a broken alcohol bottle in his hand. He had beaten the small girl laying on the ground.

The small girl's name was Ilaria a common girl. Her father was a viscount. And her father was the one beating her up.

The blood was flowing like water from her head. She was a little dizzy. But still she got up.

"Father...are you hurt?" She asked hesitating, she was trembling her legs were shaking.

"Did you not heard me?..! Go to your room right now!" The man shouted while

"Yes..." She replied faintly. It has always been like this.

Her head was dizzy, still she climbed the stairs. There were no maid, as the Viscount was very poor. Almost bankruptcy.

And tomorrow he is going to sell his daughter off to buy alcohol and women.

Still she liked him. She opens the door of the room.

She sighed and slowly climbed her bed. The bed was dirty. And clothes torn up. The small child had long silver hair. She had pink cheeks and pink lips. Her eyes were big and beautiful.

She picked up her diary. And started writing about the day. A few tears fell of her face. After a few minutes she asks herself to always smile like her fore mother told her.

"Father...will be benefited by selling me.." She smiles again but her head was still hurting.

"Good night father, may all your dreams come true after I go.." Her eyes closed she had been spending every day like this. There was only one source of light in the room. The window she often sat beside it and stare at the stars.

That made her remember of her mother. Her mother was a healer. Her mother fell in love with her father. But later her father abused her and raped her multiple times till she was not able to breath.

And Ilaria was unaware of this. Her father told her that her mother died because of sickness.

And all she could do now was to wait for the new morning. It would whether change her life or worsen it up.