Presley eyes flew open due to the buzzing sounds of her phones , as if she wasn't asleep and was just closing her eyes . She sat upright then combed her hair with her fingers. She stared at her phone with teary eyes as she looked at the date
Today was the day she hated the most
A loud knock on her door made her head snap towards it
"Come down for breakfast " she heard Amy's voice and she sighed before getting off her bed
Everyone gave her a look as she walked down the stairs but she didn't seem bothered and sat where she was supposed to sit , she grabbed her spoon and started eating which seemed to piss everyone at the table
" we haven't prayed yet !!" The man in his 50's who seemed like the father of them all slammed his palm on the dining table and her head snapped towards him
How dare he talk about prayer after all the sins he had committed … pastor indeed
She stood up almost immediately and bowed her head " thank you for the food " then turned to leave
He scoffed in disbelief ' what a brat '
"Isn't today your father's death anniversary " he spoke again halting her and the so called ' family' stared at him in unison .
Presley swallowed subconsciously,she didn't want to think about it at all but why did this monster have to bring it up . Having a nightmare wasn't enough. Did they really hate her to this extent. Today wasn't just her dad's anniversary,it was also her stepmom's. Today was the day she killed her with her own hands . Today was exactly three years since it happened and no she couldn't get a peaceful sleep or rest without having nightmares .
Therapy ??
Therapy was shit !
Those images will forever be in her head …she still remembered everything,so vividly.
The evil grin on her stepmom's face , the dead body of her father ,the stained sheets , her tattered but bloodied night gown, the knife she used …."NOOOO!" She suddenly screamed gaining everyone's attention …she gripped her hair tightly as if trying to rip it off her scalp .
" what's wrong with her ??" Jasmine asked with wide eyes and Amy rolled her eyes
" she's such an attention seeker "
Presley fell to her knees and started beating her chest hard …she gasped for air again and again but no one around seemed to care until Miles brought out an inhaler from his pockets and walked to her , he threw it to her and it fell on the floor beside her . With much struggle she took it and placed it in her mouth … When her breathing was steady enough she wiped her tears and ran upstairs .
She locked her door and ran to her bath tub . She filled it with water and soaked herself in it … sobbing miserably.
Why was this happening to her …
She just wanted to live a normal life
Would any of this have happened if she just came early that day …well she didn't even know what happened exactly
She wanted to scream so badly, she wanted to scream so hard that the ground underneath her would tremble … there was so much anger within her …so much anger and rage . She felt as though she was decaying from the inside and there was nothing that could save her… she wanted to scream so badly , scream for help
And yet when she opened her lips …silence
Should she just kill herself ?
As that thought crossed her mind ..her eyes wandered like it finally found hope .. she got up and walked back into her messy room …her wet clothes dripping everywhere she stepped on
Should she just kill herself
Should she just die
No one cared for her anyways
No one would care if she dies
She was a loner
The fact that her biological mom didn't even bother to find her after visiting her dad's funeral she was sure that nobody in this world have ever loved her . She had never ever felt loved or wanted
Death would be better than this right
She heard that committing suicide was a sin that would lead you to hell but living like this was the same as hell after all it will just keep getting harder for her to live everyday
Death would be better than this
Hell would be better than this
She searched for her pocket knife and when she saw it on her bed she grabbed it with no hint of hesitation in her eyes … she sat beside her bed on the floor and stared at her pocket knife and her wrist .
She believed death would be graceful. The feeling of slowly drifting away from the sorrows of life . It can be peaceful like swimming with the current of the river . Like cycling with the wind supporting your back . It's tempting to follow the flow . It felt so right that she didn't have the strength to turn back . She wasn't embraced by life like she was embraced by death
If she was supposed to live why was death more comforting
Without thinking at all she slit her wrist harshly with her shaky hands … she shut her eyes afraid of her own blood
Silent tears rolled down her cheeks
She thought only happy memories flashed before your eyes when experiencing death ? . Why was hers sad ? She gave a cold bitter smile and let the world of darkness embrace her
~ Kingdom Oland
" mother please …mother please , I beg of you , pleasee I don't want to get married to a vampire , mother !!! " Myra screamed as loud as she could banging her door hard …her throat felt itchy and her lungs ached
" don't open that door unless I say so " the queen commanded and left instantly
" yes your majesty " the two maids standing in front of the room door bowed their heads simultaneously
" Layla, belle !!!! Open this door I command it " the princess screamed
" sorry your highness it was a command from the queen " belle replied
" you idiots !!! Open this door ! " she banged but stopped when no one seemed to answer her she stopped and fell on her butt sobbing miserably
Was this the so called happy royal family… they were selling their child to vampires!! …their only child !
Just to keep their stupid kingdom safe ! Never she would never ever get married to a vampire prince . She would rather die in her own hands than to die in the hands of those brutal vampires.
Should she just kill herself
Should she just die
No one cared for her anyways
No one cared if she dies anyways
She was a loner
A loner who got betrayed by her first love
Death would be better than this right
Hell would be better than this right
She wasn't embraced by life by the way she was embraced by death
If she was supposed to live why was death calling her
And with that thought she grabbed her hairpin on her hair and slit her wrist harshly