Chương 4: Chapter 3
Age:10
Time:1:20PM
After 3 days of being unconscious
Violet slowly blinked her eyes open, greeted by a sharp pain throbbing in her head. The sterile hospital room surrounded her, its white walls seeming to close in on her as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. "She woke up," she heard a voice announce from somewhere nearby, its tone a mix of relief and concern. As she attempted to sit up, a wave of dizziness washed over her, and she was gently pushed back down onto the crisp hospital bed by unseen hands.
"You need to lie down," the voice urged before fading away as its speaker exited the room. Confusion clouded Violet's mind as she struggled to piece together how she had ended up in the hospital. Memories flitted at the edges of her consciousness, elusive and fragmented, like shards of a shattered mirror waiting to be pieced back together.
Shortly after, the door creaked open, admitting the doctor into the room. His presence was a welcome sight amidst the uncertainty that gripped Violet "Good afternoon, dear. How are you feeling?" he inquired, his voice gentle as he approached her bedside, his stethoscope dangling from his neck like a talisman of healing.
"What happened?" Violet whispered, her voice barely audible above the hum of activity in the room. The doctor's brow furrowed slightly at her question, his eyes filled with a mixture of empathy and professional concern.
"Just a small accident, nothing to worry about," the doctor reassured her with a comforting smile. "Now, tell me, what's your name?" he prompted, his voice soft and reassuring.
"Violet?" she replied tentatively, uncertainty lacing her words like delicate threads spun from the fabric of her fractured memories. The doctor exchanged a puzzled glance with the others in the room before turning his attention back to Violet.
"Good. Now, do you remember how you got hurt?" the doctor inquired, his voice gentle as he sought to unlock the secrets hidden within Violet's troubled mind. Violet strained to recall, but a sharp pain sliced through her head, causing her to cry out in distress.
"It's fine, it's fine. Relax, relax," the doctor urged, his voice calm and reassuring as he exited the room, leaving Violet alone with her thoughts once more. Meanwhile, a mysterious figure cloaked in black entered the hospital, his purpose momentarily forgotten as he caught sight of the doctor.
Following the doctor's lead, the figure trailed after him, listening intently as the doctor outlined Violet's condition. "She met with a traumatic experience. It was so horrible for her that she's chosen to block out the details," the doctor explained, his tone grave as he handed over a piece of paper listing various medications.
"She can be discharged tomorrow," the doctor concluded before departing, leaving the figure alone with Violet. Entering her room, the figure observed Violet's peaceful slumber, a silent guardian watching over her as she rested, her troubled dreams held at bay by the veil of unconsciousness.
"Wake her up," he instructed, and his men gently roused her from her slumber. Stepping closer, he cradled her face between his palms.
"You will remember all the things that ever happened to you," he stated, prompting one of his men to question his approach.
"What's that? You should've said to forget everything, right?" the man queried.
"No, a person shouldn't forget whatever he has gone through in his life, because that's what a human life is. She is just a child, but even if she forgets the things she thinks are bad, sooner or later, life brings them back, not letting her escape. Then, at that point, life will be even harder for her. She just has to go with the flow right now, so she can have a better future," he explained, his words carrying a weight of wisdom that silenced the room.
Turning his attention back to Violet, he remarked, "You have very beautiful eyes," with a gentle chuckle.
"You have to wake up with a nightmare of your trauma tomorrow, so at least sleep peacefully today and forget about us," he advised, his tone softened with empathy. Gradually, Violet drifted back into a peaceful slumber.
"Leave her at her home tomorrow," he instructed his men before exiting the room.
"Brother, wait," a voice called out, and he turned to see Arnav approaching with a smile.
"It's been a long time since we had the chance to experience the human world, and it's very rare for you to take care of a child. What changed?" Arnav inquired.
"Who knows," he replied cryptically before departing, leaving Arnav to ponder his enigmatic words.
The next day
Time: 8:30 AM
Violet slowly opened her eyes, the events of the previous days flooding back to her. She gingerly sat up, wincing at the slight pain in her head, and instinctively reached to touch the bandage wrapped around it.
"Dad," she murmured, her heart heavy with worry. With determined steps, she made her way downstairs to her father's room.
Carefully pushing the door open, she was met with the sight of her father sprawled on the floor, unconscious.
"Daddy!" she cried out, rushing to his side. The pungent smell of alcohol emanated from him; he had passed out from excessive drinking.
Shaking him urgently, he stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open.
"Where the hell have you been until now?" he bellowed, his voice laced with anger as he lashed out and struck her.
She resigned herself to her fate, feeling the weight of guilt and loss bearing down on her shoulders. In her heart, she believed she was responsible for her mother's death. At times, it seemed as though she had lost both her parents, her home, and everything she held dear.
Her once warm and welcoming house now felt cold and unfamiliar, devoid of the love and security it once held. As the years passed, the abuse from her father only intensified, becoming a grim reality she could not escape.
At the age of 14, she was thrust into the harsh reality of adulthood, forced to work to support her father's alcohol addiction and keep their home running. Though her parents' savings helped with her schooling, the burden of financial responsibility fell heavily on her young shoulders.
With each passing day, she learned to accept whatever life threw her way, whether good or bad. The thought of standing up to her father was inconceivable, instilling in her a sense of powerlessness.
Age:16
Time: 5:00 in the evening
Violet sat by the tranquil lakeside, the gentle breeze carrying whispers of serenity. With trembling hands, she opened the cap of the ointment, her fingers stained with blood. Another altercation had left its mark, a fresh wound above her eye, bruises marring the back of her hands.
"Should I help?" The voice startled her, and she turned to find a tall figure standing beside her, clad in a high school uniform, his dark eyes and hair shielding him from the fading light. His presence was unexpected, yet oddly comforting.
"Get lost," she retorted, her instinct to push people away kicking in. But despite her dismissal, he remained unfazed, settling down beside her with a calm demeanor.
"Accident?" he inquired, his tone gentle, devoid of judgment or pity. His genuine concern caught her off guard.
"Kind of," she admitted, offering him the cotton from her bag. As he took it, their hands briefly brushed, and she felt a strange warmth, a fleeting connection amidst the chaos of her life.
"Tell me if it hurts," he said softly, his touch delicate as he tended to her wounds. She winced slightly, but his soothing presence made the pain bearable.
"Looks like you've gotten used to this," he remarked, his observant eyes noting the telltale signs of repeated trauma. His words resonated with her, stirring a mixture of resignation and defiance within her.
"Habituated, huh?" she echoed, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. Despite her attempts to hide it, he seemed to see right through her facade.
"Do you wanna talk?" he offered, breaking the silence with a gesture of empathy. For the first time in a long while, Violet felt a glimmer of hope. She had grown accustomed to solitude, isolated by her circumstances. But now, as she opened up to him, she felt a sense of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. In his presence, she found solace, a rare comfort in a world filled with pain and uncertainty.
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