Elena’s Pov;
Pain?
The word wasn’t new for me.
Infact my whole life I’ve tried to be alright but as there is a saying that, “the time passed will always be remembered even if you don't look back.”
Oh how rude of me, let me explain.
I’m Elena Smith, a youngster who is 12 years old and a fucking mess.
And this is going to be my story tale.
Back to where we were. So ever endured pain? Ever felt the need to die? I bet not.
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Heading to my school, earphones dangling around my neck, my hands gripping my backpacks straps tightly as I walked into the school, ‘Willow high’.
People were royalty here. Basically they were all rich brats who always bullied the weaklings.
“Well well, who we have here, the fatty and freak of the school.” Allison said, who was leaning on my locker with her minions, probably waiting for me.
Oh you all must have guessed until now that I was the weakling. A hurray for me, yay.
Sighing, I went towards my locker.
She smirked at me, giving me the space to open up the lock. Opening up the metal door, I placed my books inside and closed it. “What do you need?” I said, turning towards her.
I was already tired and I didn’t want another drama. “Aw, poor whore is talking back?” Her high pitched voice entered my ears. I winced back.
“Oh wait, you’re not a whore, you’re a fucking prostitute who loves to open her legs.”
Fisting my palm against my dirty shirt, I looked back at her, hatred lurking in my eyes. She was no one to judge me. “Fuck off.” I slowly said, my voice trembling from the immense need of cry.
“Girls, she talked back, our little fatty whore talked back.” She laughed, soon her minions were laughing as well gaining the attention of the people around them. Some stopped only for the gossip and some didn’t even care to look.
“We need to teach her a lesson, right girls?” Allison spoke making the girls smirk. “You’re coming with us,” she said as the girls appeared on both of my sides. Grabbing my forearms tightly they dragged me to there special place behind the school where they loved to torture me and others.
Throwing me on the ground, one of the girl ‘Hailey’ stepped on my hand. Pressing her heel against my skin, she grabbed my hair tightly in her palm and yanked my head up until our eyes met, "you’ve been a very bad girl spreading rumors about me, I’ll fucking make you pay hoe for messing up with me.”
A wave of confusion passed on my face, “Huh? What rumors--" before I could complete my sentence she smacked me across the face, hard. Grabbing my jaw once again, her acrylic nails pierced through my skin. “Don't act like you don't know, slut.” She yelled, her bubblegum breath fanning my face.
I winced.
Her heel digged in my skin. “Please m-my hand, I c-cant.” I winced once again. A sadistic smile flashed on her lips as she looked at Allison and the other girls, them thinking the same very thing.
I suddenly had a very bad feeling about this.
“Girls come here and tie her on the chair.” She removed her heel and stepped away. The girls, ‘Serena and Calla’ came forward and yanked me up, placing me on the chair whilst tying my hands and my legs. I was now completely on there mercy now.
I couldn’t move an inch.
Allison came with a hammer in her hand. She look at Hailey and then at me. “You’re gonna regret making my friend cry.” She said as she smacked me across the same side where Hailey had smacked me before.
The metallic taste engulfed my mouth.
The corners of my eyes stung but I was ever gonna give them the satisfaction? No. I was hurt enough by the one who had to love me the most.
This didn’t matter anymore.
Blinking away the tears, I looked at her with empty eyes and replied, “show me what you’ve got.”
She smiled. The same smile which he used to give me when he abused me. I used to beg him to stop but he never did.
Allison came to my side and gripped my wrist, placing the hammer on the table. “You love to play piano right?” She smirked. Chills ran through my spine.
She wouldn’t dare to hurt my hand right?
A wave of horror started spreading on my skin. “P-Please d-don't.” I whispered back, my throat instantly went dry when she shook her head in no.
“I’m gonna take that pleasure away from you.”
“Allison I’ll do anything b-but not this, please n-no.” My voice cracked at the end.
Piano and dancing was my only escape. I couldn’t let her take my precious thing away. No and never. It will kill me.
But I was wrong. I couldn’t fight. I couldn’t yank my hand away. I couldn’t speak.
A lone tear ran down my eye.
I silently sobbed. Sobbed for my pleasure, my escape, my world.
In a matter of moments, Allison smashed the hammer on my hand.
A loud scream erupted from my mouth but did she stop? no. Not even after hearing my desperate pleas. She smashed my bones once again, all I could do was to close my eyes and listen to my heartbeat which was thumping in my ears.
After several minutes of torture, she backed away admiring the bruises she had inflicted.
“Untie her and lets go.”
Moments after, they left me. I felt sick. I couldn’t move.
My eyes were still closed. I didn't have the courage to look at my head.
All I felt was pain and pain. No more tears spilled from my eyes. I knew I couldn’t play it anymore.
My soul cried.
Hours had passed by leaving me in the very same position. Bells rang but I felt paralyzed.
Finally opening my eyes, I looked around, the sunlight was dim, it was probably evening. I tried to lift my hand up from the table without looking at it, but I couldn’t, it was numb and cold.
Taking a breath, I looked at my hand. It was in a weird shape. Purple and blue bruises lingered upon my skin. My hand was swelling up. Yellowish knuckles and greenish nails. It was definitely infected like my other bruises.
They had smashed the hammer until my fingers were broken. Almost ten times or maybe more.
The condition of my hand was bad. Infact very bad.
Slowly lifting my hand up with the help of my other hand I walked towards my backpack. A thought flashed through my mind, “What did I ever do to deserve this?"
Walking inside the house, I couldn’t even call this home. It was a torture cell more than a home.
Throwing my backpack on the floor, I went inside the bathroom to get the first aid kit. Grabbing a piece of cloth I slowly wiped off the blood that had now dried up.
Stitching up the wound without the disinfectant was always a torture.
Placing the cloth between my teeth, I started stitch up my skin. Sweat dripped down my forehead. My heart thumped against my chest in a painful way but I had to endure it, like always.
Several moments later I was done dressing up my whole hand.
My hand was wiggly. I was pretty sure my hand was broken and my fingers were dislocated.
Sighing, I went back towards the bed and plopped myself down and closed my eyes. I heard the front door of the house open. It was my mother probably. Soon enough the door to my room opened and I saw her standing in an elegant sunflower dress which landed on her knees. Her hair was tied in low bun with free strands falling on her face.
She was beautiful but I wasn’t.
“Pack your bags, we’re leaving.” Her tone flat with no sense of care and with that she left.
For a minute I thought she would bend our broken relationship back but I was wrong every time.
Maybe I was really unwanted. Maybe I was the biggest mistake in everyone’s life.
Infact I was.
Elena’s pov;My reflection starred back at me, grinning. For once I tried to look pretty but I knew I was no where close to looking pretty. My flat chest made my stomach look fatter. My thighs looked even more fat than before.I had to loose weight.I was a mistake to my own mother. Mothers who are supposed to love you and care for you.But mine was nothing like that.She was never there for me. She never pecked me when I cried.She never hugged me when kids bullied me.My mother never cared about me, she was never home to raise me up, instead she brought a nanny for me who was a guy and was alcoholic. She was never there when I cried for help. Why? because of me, her parents disowned her. Her boyfriend also known as my father left her when he found about her early teen pregnancy. Teen pregnancy was never in their plan. She skipped college and was considered a mistake back than. And now I was one.Shaking my head, I looked back in my eyes once again. They were empty. No love, no car
Elena’s pov;We were currently sitting on the couch as I felt there hard gazes drilling on my head. The painkillers were withering away letting the pain kick back in. My hand felt numb. I couldn’t move it. Even if I tried, I couldn’t. It hurted, a lot.“We both have a great news for you all-" His face turned towards my mother "-Maddie would you like to tell them?” She smiled sweetly at him and nodded. “So we are getting married this week on Friday and then we’ll go to a vacation for a week or maybe more.” She spoke, happiness dripping from her voice.Everyone clapped and congratulated the new couple. “Also boys, I want you all on your best behavior, alright?” He scolded, a hint of playfulness lurking in his voice as he looked at the young ones. “We’re always on our best behavior, dad.” Zane replied with a smug face, his voice deep and rough just like his father.“Also show Elena her new room.” Damien smiled at me. A series of grunts were heard in the living room, but soon after, one o
3rd pov;“Always trying to get away from me huh?” He backslapped her across the face, the sound echoing in the bright hallway.A whimper escaped through her lips.His eyes filled with rage. The blonde curls that fell on his forehead were now soaked with his own sweat. “You are such a disgusting human being, no wonder your mother left you to me, on my fucking mercy.” He gritted out. His jaw clenched, not liking the sounds of her innocent whimpers.The little girl flinched. She wanted to hug her mommy. “Liar.” She whispered. “My mommy wants me.”His eyebrow quirked at the sudden confidence of the little girl. Her eyes glistening with fresh tears. “Oh really? The mommy loves her princess?” He mocked, a scoff erupted from his mouth. “As if.” He mumbled.Gripping her forearm, he led her towards the basement. She always loathed the darkness. And he loved to torment her with her very own fears. She tried to yank her arm away but she knew he was much stronger and bulkier than her little f
Elena’s pov;I’m drowning.I've always felt I was a broken girl when I was younger but as time passed I collected my broken pieces and tried to be stronger for myself.Right now, I dreaded the moment when I had to step out of the room and sit with the people I barely met including my mother. I never met the real her. Infact I never spoke to her.Releasing a sigh, I paced around the room. Stephan looked like he’ll kill me at any second.Gathering all of my courage I exited the room. It was now or never.My plan was to eat the breakfast quickly and go explore the city without telling anyone or maybe just write a note and leave it in my room if anyone asked about my whereabouts which I doubt someone will ask. Aren’t I a genius?Walking towards the table, I saw everyone seated. Some were on their phone while the others were gossiping. Mother wasn’t there. Where was she?My question was answered when she emerged from the kitchen. A bowl of salad within her hand. She placed it down and smi
Elena’s pov;All I could feel was the darkness.Endless misery.I wanted to get away but I was stuck.Stuck in that exact same spot. The same hole which had drowned me.I wanted to feel.Sitting on the floor, my back against the wall I thought about several possibilities that if my father was still here with me could we be a happy family? Would my mother love me? Would I be normal like every other kid is?Bringing my knees to my chest, I wrapped my arms around my myself. Inhaling a deep breath, I tried to calm my breathing. My head dropped to my knees and I closed my eyes, listening to silence that enveloped me.Silence was always so known to me. Silence was something I seeked out for.Some people hate the idea of being alone but to me alone was something I preferred. My own personal space.A lump formed within my throat. My hands started to shake. Several tears gathered in the corner of my eyes.The scene kept replaying again and again.I was hurt. And no one cared.Droplets of sweat
3rd pov;There she layed still.No one bothered to check the poor soul who had been knocked out.Pain struck face.She shivered on the cold surface.Tear stained face. Droplets of water dribbled down her forehead.Her breathing heavy and slow.Several hours later, she gained her conscious back. Her energy had been drained out. It felt as if her limbs were dead. Her body still shaky from the panic attack she had.Lifting herself up slowly, she sat on the floor, her head hung low. The curtain of hair falling on her face.She blew a breath out.Getting up slowly with the help of the bed, she went towards the bathroom. Her reflection was sad just like her.‘No one helped me..’ her words rang in the silent atmosphere.’No one cared..”A sarcastic chuckle erupted from her.‘I am definitely loved aren’t I?’ She sarcastically spoke.Turning the tap on, she splashed some water on her face to get rid of the sweat. Her eyes bloodshot. A small red puffy nose. Her cheeks flushed. Her hair was a me
3rd pov;Elena halted.He looked at her, expecting an answer. But all she could think about his blankness emotions.Something shifted within her.Without thinking the words left her mouth, “It's okay to be weak sometimes.”The darkness in his eyes was haunting and eating his soul. She never knew how a person was capable of having such eyes. Yes, she was young but she had met a lot of people but he was something else, something cold and black.The ink on his arms showed it all. His way of escape was to write and draw and the canvas? was himself.Averting his gaze he didn't bother to answer her. Elena sighed and took that as a cue to leave until his heavy voice stopped her.“Weaklings are dangerous.”She frowned at his words. She slowly stalked back to the isle and stood a few meters away.“They lose their loved ones very quickly since they cant protect them from the dangers.” Elias hissed, his deep blue eyes penetrating her soul.His eyes reflected the color of the ocean. Dark ocean w
3rd pov;Silence invaded the room. Each passing minute seemed to pour the tension in each of their hearts.Elena sat on the chair next to the brown oak desk. Fidgeting with her hands in her lap, she couldn't relax. All she could think was he heard her. Saw her weakness which she had tried to bottle up.She heard shuffling in the corner of the room, looking up her eyes trailed towards Lucifer who was busy going through his medical things.Sighing, she bit her lip. Maybe I should go. She thought to herself.Hearing the footsteps coming close to her, her head tilted upwards to see him standing infront of her with some surgical gloves on.Lucifer grabbed a chair from behind the desk and sat infront her. Looking through his supplies he took out a pair of tweezers.His orbs settled on her and she gulped. “Stay still and if it hurts just tap my thigh, okay?” She nodded weakly.His eyes captivated her. They were a beautiful color. A color that brought happiness. A color that could keep you sa