Bella's POV

I sat staring blankly at the mirror in front of me, completely unaware of my own mocking reflection.

I have been up here in my room for two days now and no one bothered to come look for me.

I was hated, and avoided like a plague.

To them, my vision gift was a curse, because I could only see impending deaths.

The only one who was the closest thing to a friend is no more. Worst is, they all think I killed her.

All the Mixed-bloods in the facility think Philomena died in my hands, especially Mrs Fernandez, the head caretaker and at the same time Philomena's mom. She had always hated the fact that her daughter always found excuses to be close to me. She and I was the only people present when Philomena took her last breath.

All the deaths in here, is somehow believed to be connected to me.

This was not the first time something like this had happened, but this time, something was different, I will be thrown out of the facility, I don't know when, but I feel the time is rapidly approaching.

The caretaker is convinced that the death of her only daughter is my fault and so are other deaths that occurred ever since my parents brought me to the facility at the age of 15.

I miss them so much. If they were here, will they still say that my gift was a blessing as they usual whisper to me or think it's a curse?

My heart ached greatly, and my head felt heavy. I held my chest with my two hands.

Suddenly, harsh knocks jolted me back to reality.

Someone is at the door. I felt too weak to speak. Opening my mouth with difficulty, I said, "Come in". My voice was low and feeble and I doubted if whoever it was at the door, heard me.

The door creaked opened and a fuming Mrs Fernandez rushed in and stopped mid-way.

Without a single regard, she began, "Ms Storms" she called in a mean voice, unnerved by my haggard- looking figure, sitting there and staring at her like a zombie.

I whispered a response, "Yes, Mrs Fernandez" and lowered my head.

Then I heard the 'konk konk' sound of heels approaching.

My heart throbbed loudly in my ears. I stared down at my two hands as they shook terribly.

Refusing to look up, I grabbed my two hands and held them tightly together, in an effort to stop them from shaking and shut my eyes tight too, gritting my almost clattering teeth together.

I felt her shadow fall over me. She was now standing right beside me.

Her voluminous gown rustled.

A frightening crashing sound forced my eyes open.

Mrs Fernandez, her shoe in her hand, was standing there, hitting the glass mirror in front of me with the heel.

Broken pieces of glass flew around, as she kept striking and screaming crazily at the same time.

Blood rushed out of her hands as tiny pieces got stuck in her palms.

I was petrified. The next moment, she pushed me hard and I fell to the floor.

I bumped my head on the handle of one of the drawers beneath the mirror and almost blacked out from the knock. For the first time, I saw stars. I groaned in pain.

"You evil daughter of Jezebel and puppet of the devil! How dare you still sit here and stare at your wench self in this manner" She yelled shriekingly.

Her eyes shone with anger, madness and murder.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I tried hard not to but I began to weep quietly.

I sat up with great pain and looked at my two palms, so many pieces of the broken glass has stuck deep inside them.

My whole body shook at the the sight of this.

Blood oozed out rapidly.

Seeing my effort to pull myself up only made her angrier and without warning, I looked up in time with a blurred vision, only to see her raise her heel up again and knocked me hard on the head.

The world came to a still as I blacked out immediately.

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I woke up to an icy cold shower hitting my head and wetting my entire body.

My head throbbed and my neck felt wobbly as I tried to look up and make out the figure towering over me.

With a blurry sight, I made out Mrs Fernandez's figure.

She held a bucket high up above her head from where the icy water came rushing.

I gasped and shivered terribly.

My palms felt heavy. The glass pieces were still stuck in them.

I was numb with pain.

Suddenly, she let go of the now empty bucket with a clanging sound to the floor.

With the tip of her finger, she pushed my chin up and made me directly into her eyes. A dubious grin plastered her face.

"You wench! You are determined to live, but you sent my little Phil to hell" she yelled in my face.

I let my head shift and fall off her finger.

She yanked my hair in her hand and pulled it.

I groaned loudly as I felt liquid dripping down the side of my face from the previous cut on my head.

She brought her face close to mine and whispered huskily in my ear "My Philomena suffered an agonizing death on her way to the hell you built her, and you? You shall meet your hell here, Storms. I will make sure even purgatory reject your stinking soul!"

I was overcomed by a sudden anger and hate that beclouded my mind. I felt the urge to pluck out her eyes with my fingers.

Without much thought, I blurted out, "I should have sent you there instead!" and spat in her eyes.

She squeezed them shut and gasped in surprise,

then she chuckled out loud and straightened up

The next moment, a hard slap landed on my face and sent me crashing to the floor with a thud.

Fresh pain shot across all my nerves.

"Damn you! Damn you all" I cursed with great pain.

"Save the energy for what is to come, Storms" she said coming to my back and kicked me hard, then added in a mocking tone "If you have any left".

I recoiled on the floor.

Her retreating footsteps echoed, the door opened and was slammed shut, then silence followed.