Bab 3: Chapter 2
Age:10
Time: 11 AM
Violet woke up with puffy eyes, evidence of her tears shed throughout the night. As she descended from her room, her heart weighed heavy with sorrow. Entering her parents' room, she found her father in a state of numbness.
Slowly pushing the door open, she approached him and placed her hand on his, her voice trembling with concern.
"Appa, please don't be sad," Violet said softly, gently rubbing his hand.
Her father's eyes snapped open with anger, and in a sudden outburst, he struck her across the face with such force that she fell to the ground.
Violet was shocked; it was the first time her father had ever hit her. She lay there in disbelief, the imprint of his hand burning on her cheek.
"She died because of you! She went to buy something for you, and she never came back. Why did you have to kill her?" her father shouted, his words cutting deep into Violet's already wounded heart.
"Mom died because of me?" Violet mumbled, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Mom died because of me."
"You killed her! You shouldn't have been born. If it weren't for you, she'd still be alive!" her father shouted, consumed by grief and despair.
With those words, he dashed out of the house, leaving Violet alone in her anguish. She curled up in the corner of the room, her sobs echoing in the empty space as she grappled with the weight of her father's accusations and the unbearable pain of losing her mother.
Time: 6:30 PM
As the evening descended, Violet's father had yet to return home. With growing worry gnawing at her, she ventured into the kitchen, seeking solace in the simple act of preparing food. Retrieving apples from the fridge, she washed them under the cold stream of water before cautiously wielding the knife.
Each slice brought with it the risk of injury, and Violet's hands bore the scars of her efforts. But she persisted, determined to provide sustenance for her absent father.
Just as she emerged from the kitchen, her father stumbled through the door, intoxicated beyond coherence. With trembling hands, Violet approached him, offering a plate of sliced apples.
"Please eat something, Daddy," she implored, her voice quivering with apprehension.
"Leave me alone," he snapped, his anger fueled by intoxication. Attempting to retreat to his room, he shoved Violet aside with such force that she tumbled to the ground.
Undeterred by his hostility, Violet reached out, her hand grasping his in a desperate plea for connection.
"You haven't eaten anything all day, Daddy. Please, eat," she pleaded once more, her heart heavy with concern.
But her father's rage only intensified, and with a violent shove, he sent her crashing to the ground. In the chaos of the moment, Violet's head collided with the edge of the stairs, and darkness enveloped her as she slipped into unconsciousness, her blood staining the floor in a silent testament to her suffering.
Time: 8:30 PM
Violet stirred from the depths of unconsciousness, her head throbbing with unbearable pain. Blood pooled around her, obscuring her vision and staining the world crimson. With every labored breath, darkness threatened to claim her once more.
Summoning every ounce of strength she possessed, Violet struggled to her feet, her body trembling with the effort. Step by agonizing step, she made her way outside, the world spinning dizzily around her.
Blood continued to trickle from her wounds, painting her surroundings in a macabre hue. Weakness consumed her, threatening to pull her back into the abyss of unconsciousness.
But before darkness could claim her again, a figure emerged from the shadows, clad in garments as dark as the night itself. With gentle hands, he cradled her head, his touch a fleeting comfort amidst the chaos.
"She's lost consciousness... she's badly injured... Call for an ambulance," he instructed, his voice steady despite the urgency of the situation. Another figure rushed to comply, summoning help without hesitation.
As he lifted her fragile form, a sense of reassurance washed over Violet, his words offering a glimmer of hope in her darkest hour.
"You'll be alright, child," he whispered softly, his words a beacon of light in her time of need.
Time: 9:00 PM
The ambulance screeched to a halt, its doors flying open as paramedics rushed to Violet's aid. With practiced efficiency, they loaded her onto a stretcher and whisked her away into the waiting vehicle.
Inside, the chaos of the situation was palpable. A nurse called out urgently for someone to accompany Violet to the hospital, her words hanging heavy in the air.
"Ahh...for fuck's sake, I'll go," he declared firmly, his resolve unwavering as he settled into the seat beside Violet.
"Check on her parents and bring them to the hospital," he directed his associates, his tone brooking no argument. With a nod of understanding, they set off to carry out his orders, leaving him alone with Violet as they sped towards the hospital.
Time: 9:20 PM
Upon arrival at the hospital, Violet was swiftly ushered into the emergency room. The urgency of the situation hung heavy in the air as medical staff worked quickly to assess her condition.
Meanwhile, the man who had accompanied her was tasked with filling out the necessary paperwork. Without knowledge of her name, he wrote down the name "ALTHEA" and estimated her age to be 11, hoping it would suffice for the time being.
Inside the emergency room, Violet's injuries were attended to with care. The blood was meticulously cleaned from her face, revealing the extent of the damage. With a deep laceration on her head, she required eight stitches, and her hair had to be trimmed to allow for proper treatment. Once the stitches were in place, a bandage was carefully wrapped around her head to protect the wound as it healed.
As the nurse approached him outside the room, he braced himself for the questions to come. "Are you her family?" she inquired, her tone gentle but probing.
He paused, grappling with the weight of his response. "A relative," he finally replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
With a nod, the nurse relayed the doctor's summons. "Are you Althea's father?" the doctor asked as he entered the room, her eyes scanning his face for confirmation.
Again, he hesitated, wrestling with the complexity of his relationship to the young girl lying unconscious inside. "A relative," he confirmed, his words echoing in the sterile hospital corridor.
The doctor then proceeded to provide an update on Althea's condition, her voice calm but tinged with concern. "She will be discharged in a few days, but I think taking her to a psychiatrist will help," she explained, handing him a form detailing the next steps in her care.
Returning to Althea's bedside, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at his inability to provide more concrete answers about his connection to her. "I don't know who you are, but you've disrupted urgent matters," he muttered, contemplating his next actions.
With a touch, he miraculously healed her physical wounds, "How about I try to take away your memories too .."pondering whether to erase her memories as well.
"People should bear everything they went through for their whole life ..good or bad .."
Meanwhile, his men arrived, their presence a stark reminder of the responsibilities he bore beyond the confines of the hospital walls. "Take care of her," he instructed them firmly, his gaze lingering on Violet's fragile form. "I can't stay here longer, so I have to leave."
With a final admonition, he turned to depart, his mind already racing with plans and obligations waiting for him outside. But before he could make his exit, he offered one last warning to his men, his tone edged with a hint of steel. "Ah, don't go causing trouble because of the smell. Try to stay calm, or you know what I'll do," he cautioned them, his words a stark reminder of the consequences of disobedience in his world.
With a final glance at Violet's still form, he turned and left the room, leaving behind a whirlwind of emotions and unanswered questions in his wake.
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