บท 34: Revenge route unlocked
Emilié wasn't out for long, an hour later she woke up, but with a clearer mind.
Letting out the steam and pent up stress enabled her to relieve her mind, even though she was really hurt getting bad news after bad news.
She sat up on the bed looking around the room.
The room was simple designed with little color and some furnitures. Almost everything in the room was white, reminding her of the hospital.
The day she was born. A day she rather not be reminded of.
It was the day she died and the day she was born into that sh*tty family.
Detesting the room's design, Emilié concentrated at the most colorful thing in the room. It was a pink gift box on the nightstand next to her bed.
She reached for it, this time being more mindful of the IV-infusion in her arm.
It was odd.
Normally, after all this madness, she thought she should still be in a crazy trip, but her mind was like a stagnant pond, not budging at all.
Her tears were dry, her feelings frozen, her heart already shattered.
What was there still to lose. She got to feel the painfullest ache a human being could feel.
Emotional pain.
She was lost in it for too long and now she was back to the living.
She took the gift box slowly unwrapping it.
A reddish plush-rabbit with shiny green button eyes popped out. Seeing her favourite animal, Emilié paused for a moment.
She got the message, loud and clear.
If she could, she would cry again, but the tears were dried up and she couldn't bring herself to.
She knows from whom this gift was, the color and animal choice indicated everything she had to know.
"Clau..di.a" came her hoarse voice.
She pushed the plush-rabbit near her heart and closed her eyes, imagining that cheerful laugh that resounded in her ears every time she pulled a funny face on Claudia. Or the warm hand that ruffled through her hair when she was sleepy.
Rather than sadness overflowing her, a darkness overcame her heart rippling in the calm pond.
It was rage and hate.
Rage filled with madness and maliciousness.
She wanted to wrap her tiny hands around that b*tch's neck and squeeze the air out of her.
How dare she take the most important thing from her life!
She was always quite and let herself be bullied for years without making a pieps or whatsoever but, Bethea overstepped her boundaries this time.
However, it was not only Bethea stirring her mind in this direction, her subconscious tricked herself too.
Overlapping both images of her past father's Hary's doing with that of Bethea's, fueling this immense revenge hungry heart and giving her another purpose to stay strong, holding her up from breaking.
And she wants justice.
For she has deserved it.
She can't count on anyone. She can't trust anyone.
But that doesn't matter.
The only one she needs is herself.
She has to become strong.
Strong enough to show every manipulative b*tches and her fate, god designated her -her dirty finger.
Her fate can go and kiss her ass.
She is gonna do what she wants to do, and b*tches, it's gonna be blood soaking revenge.
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A short one : ( but a good chap : )
But can be that I won't update tomorrow I have somethings to do and my brain juices are dried up like Emilie's tears from the continuous writing T-T
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