Kanika's POV -I was up quite late in the afternoon, because I was busy being up all night doing some commissions for a special client. The client claimed that if I could accomplish the commission with less than two revisions, he would give a bonus which was five times the price of the commission. I mean, like, who would not want that? It was a huge amount of money, if you thought about it. It was worth like six months of my usual income. A salary worth of half the year. Isn't that crazy?.So, I wanted to make the client as satisfied as possible with the results of my drawing. I started staying up late, even much later than usual. I would go to bed at 1 AM sometime. For this special client, though, I am ready to go to huge measures for them. I slept at 4 AM last night, um, last morning? Last dawn? Eh. Whatever. That was why I woke up very late in the afternoon. I always get so worked up at night. After the sun sets, that is the time when the huge waves of inspiration start to flood
Elaine's POV - I sat in the corner of my favorite cafe, a croissant delicately held between my fingers, and a latte warming my hand. The pleasant aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, and the low hum of conversations enveloped the space. It was a charming spot, and the perfect place to ponder my ongoing confusion.As I indulged in the flaky layers of the croissant, my mind wandered to a subject that never failed to incite my frustration: Aria. She was the thorn in my side, an interloper who had infiltrated our lives with her unwelcome presence. How could my brother, Harrison, be so blind as to be entangled in a special relationship with that woman?Aria, with her ordinary looks and unremarkable background, had managed to captivate my brother's attention. It baffled me, a constant source of vexation. What did he see in her? She was like a puzzle piece that didn't fit into the grand tapestry of the Bonavichs. Yet, Harrison seemed to believe that she was the missing piec
Ow. It hurts. My head is hurting so bad. Wait... Where am I? Wait. Wait. Wait. I... I... I ....My body was shivering like a person locked inside a freezer. It felt like I was lying on top of a huge block of ice. It felt so cold that I thought that my fingers and toe nails were going numb. I was afraid that I would lose one of them. It was very cold but I could not move at all. I felt like a corpse, frozen in place, sticking onto whatever they were lying on. Totally unable to move..In the hazy moments after the operation, I found myself in a nightmarish state. My body lay there, still and unresponsive, under the lingering influence of anesthesia. The frigid air in the sterile room seemed to seep into my very bones, chilling me to the core. I was trapped within my own body, unable to move a single muscle.My mind, however, was far from sedated. It raced like a wild horse, thrashing against the restraints of my immobile form. Panic coursed through me as I struggled to command my limbs
DRAG!!! DRAG!!! DRAG... DRAG... DRAG......I felt like the bed that I was laying on was being pushed around. I guess I was being transferred to another unit in the hospital for the continuity of my recovery. I did not actually want to sleep in the hospital bed anymore. All I wanted was to go out and walk around freely like I always have for the past days..I would never imagine myself getting stucked on a hospital bed, with a long ass needle jabbed into my hand, and with oxygen tubes running through my nostrils. I wanted to take off this stupid ass bandage off my head so much, it was bothering my eyes. I was already so sick of it all, despite the fact that I have only had them on for the past hour. It must be a long tormenting journey then on, that I have to endure; whether I wanted to or not. I decided to just breathe in and out; trying to forget about all the sensation and lingering fear. Furthermore, the anaesthesia that was injected into my body was quickly wearing off so I co
I was sitting on the balcony of my room. My back felt frozen from the cold breeze of autumn, as I was only wearing a thin, sheer dress. The smoke from the little cigarette I had between my fingers got into my left eye and made me flinch a bit. This whole act that I've got going; it really didn't feel like myself at all. The things that I do just to forget about that hurtful incident, and on that one particular night. Hurting myself was the only way to forget about all of it. I was flicking the dust from my burnt cigarette, until she barged into my room and opened the door to the balcony.. "What the hell do you think you’re doing with that?! Are you stupid?!" The woman glared at me while screaming at the top of her lungs. .“Mom, you could at least knock…” I tried to calm her down. .“Rather than doing dumbass things, you should do your homework or help me with the housework! Go!” She continued to yell at me like I am a five-year-old kid. .“Mom, I’m not a kid anymore!!! Stop!!!”.
My mother turned into some controlling freak after the incident. Perhaps the lack of control she had about the dreadful incident made her this way. She controlled each and every movement I did. Whenever something goes wrong, she will resort to blaming me. It was as if everything I do is wrong in her eyes..Over time, I grew sicker of this. My father grew ignorant about the whole situation that sometimes he didn’t come home. He never bothered to apologize to me. The sexual abuse from my father stopped. After it stopped, he often goes out with whatever girl available there is to keep him company. I knew he was going somewhere faraway with someone else just to ease his mind, and there is nothing I could do to fix the whole situation.. Not long, I grew pretty sleepy. .“Luke, honey…”.“Yes, babe?”.“Let’s go home, it’s getting late after all.”.We decided to go home after that. I almost fell asleep on the bike, but Lucas keeps on cracking jokes so that I don’t fall asleep and fall o
Mother’s POV . I got down from the couch to pick up the shattered glass pieces. It might hurt Terry's feet when she gets back. I picked them up one by one, while still processing the words that Terry just uttered in front of me. I finally realized that maybe I was doing everything the wrong way..OW! A piece of glass just cut my index finger. I watch it as it slowly bleeds. I remember last night when Terry's nose bleeds. My stomach instantly felt sour. I didn’t mean to go that far, but my anger got the best of me. I regret it so much.. I simply can’t believe how cruel God is that He would let my family become this way. All I want is my daughter to be safe and sound. I don’t want to lose my daughter that is so near and dear to my heart. I want to make her 'pure' again. I’m so frustrated on how to discipline Terry so she would not go around with guys. Going around with guys will make her much more mature than she already was. It will make look more and more seductive. None of us wan
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