This life is quite unexpected for some.The eighty percent population lives with love and care, but the other twenty percent? they just want the days to pass without any emotion. They are fine, as always. But deep down? they suffer from mental sickness which leads them to take their own very life.They just stop caring at one point. Numbness, emptiness is what they feel. Nothing more, nothing less.After the depressing encounter with Agostino, Seraphina had ran to the indoor pool area which was usually secluded at night.She crouched down and sat on the floor with her feet dangling in the refreshing cold water."Promise, I won't let you down.." Her words echoed in the open area as she lightly chuckled.The past memories played within her mind as a broken record only for her to feel the pain on her numb body."Miserable, pathetic." The lady hissed at her child who was lying in her very own blood. The white laced frock she wore for her mother was now drenched in the red. "Look at you,
Seraphina"That's cheating!" Sienna pouted as she wrapped her arms over her chest. "Awh, baby, it's not." Fulvio grinned, grabbing the ball from behind her. "You're just tall- hold up, how can a nerd be that amazing at basketball?""Practice, Sia. Practice." Enrico shouted from the benches making the other siblings laugh in response.I sighed and leaned back on the bench which was placed two benches away from the other occupied ones. Apparently today everyone decided to ditch the school just cause of Sienna who was practicing for a basketball tournament which was about to be held day after tomorrow."Your throw is insanely out of the line. Place your thumb on the straight groove that runs around the middle of the ball and place your other four fingers on the groove just above the center groove. You can palm the ball from anywhere. Now lets start once again." Savio explained step by step making her groan out. "Why did I even applied for this?" She huffed but nevertheless followed his c
"It's gonna be okay, everyone needs a bad day. Remember you told me, you're not alone..." Seraphina softly sang as she came down the stairs after taking a long needed shower. "Just pick up the phone and call me whenever you feeling lonely...""Beautiful." Alfonso spoke from behind her abruptly halting her movements. "Huh?""Your voice, I mean."She gave him a half hearted nod and went to the living room where Vito and Rosario conversed with each other. Suddenly the smell of blueberry cheesecake invaded her nostrils. Seraphina turned around to see Enrico bringing three huge cake platters to the crystal table. After placing them, he asked Alfonso to call everyone down for the desert."Finally! I've been wanting his handmade cheesecake for months." Rosario whined sweetly, his eyes brightly sparkled as he gazed at the platters."Cheesecake, what's that? Is it like the cake I had the other day?" She thought as she took a seat on the furthest couch. Her gaze settled on the creamy white cake
Seraphina“Master asked you to wear this.”My gaze flickered to the dress and than back to the maid, who had her brown eyes set on the side of my face. “Mind repeating yourself again?” I snapped at the maid with a hint of irritation.The fact I didn’t want it to acknowledge it but had too -- left me burning in high flames.“The master asked you to wear the young lady’s dress since you don’t have any on your hand. And be down in thirty minutes.”I bitterly nodded and motioned her to leave me alone.After she left, my gaze landed back on the skimpy black dress that was perfectly laying on my untouched bed. Frustration clawed my chest. I wasn’t going to touch this piece of filth, no matter what. Sienna---that blood sucking leech, always made its way to torment me, somehow.This must be her plan too. A good girl, saint; always wins, no?My lungs expanded, and I took in a breath. “Let’s just get this over with.” Discarding the dress, I opted for the dresses in the unpacked bags, which Alf
Seraphina"Vlad? Hey man, long time no see." Rosario fist bumped a young man who stood next to the lady in the green. "Been 1 or 2?" The lady asked on behalf of the cold looking son.Fulvio intervened, "more than one at-most.""That sucks. I actually missed you all." A girl spoke from beside them. Her smile of a million watts."So did we. Between where is my little girl?" Agostino suddenly questioned making the atmosphere more damp and quiet.Kozlovs. They were rude, arrogant and ruthless. The area I lived in, believed that they were devils from hell. But after a certain tragedy---left them broken and wounded."Where is she, Marianna?""I'm here." A sweet and angelic voice giggled, from behind my couch, giving me a severe, frightening heart-attack in the process. All the men gazed at me---or most probably behind the couch, followed by the females. "Aliza, come back here." The lady uttered, her conflicted orbs flickering between her and me. "No mommy, she smells so good, like a raspber
Seraphina"Leonid?" Alfonso stood up, his hand inside the belt of his waist. "Sit the fuck down, Fon." Enrico hissed under his breath."But he just-""Sit, Alfonso." Agostino demanded, drowning his protests down. Ofcourse, he would be in denial, because the Russians were always known for their brutal work."Do you dare?" Leonid tilted his head with an arched brow, almost challenging me to back off.His pepper grey hair did wonders to him in this age and the perfect shade of medium green orbs and cupid lips. I could see why Nikita had heart shaped emojis in her dark brown orbs whenever she eyed him."Leo, isn't this too much? Your friendship with the Italians could be at stake." Nikita murmured for only him to listen but, nothing saved her little comment. We all had heard it. The friendship could get discontinued however it won't end over me, because even if I tried to justify myself through this way, they'd forget about it sooner or later. "Alessio was my bestfriend Nik, from the t
SeraphinaImprisoned to the outcome that leads to more feelings.People make themselves immune to external stimulus, but I? I played with it until I broke myself. The stimulus could be anything, for instance; childhood trauma, abuse, sexual abuse, mental abuse or even ignorance.Isn't it sad? when you get hurt so much, you can finally say, 'I'm used to it.'But the question is, were people actually used to it? or were they just strong to cope up with it? certainly not, because no matter how much a person is strong enough to handle the pain, doesn't deserve it."Don't sleep." Enrico chanted these two words above my head as he swiftly crossed several hallways. Finally arriving at our destination, he asked Alfonso to open the door, to which in response, he did.Alfonso had followed us right after Enrico decided to carry me, because apparently he couldn't leave me alone with a person who despites me.Placing me down on a soft bed, I quickly scanned my surroundings. Even though some conten
SeraphinaPeople tend to keep themselves alive with the help of a certain therapist. They seek out for help and they even get better after putting their life as a showpiece. But was it possible for everyone, to talk? I bet no.Some hide while some don't.The secrets I held in my heart were tightly chained up. If one tried to dig deeper they'd have to break the glued locks and it was utterly impossible. Agostino sat on the chair, earlier Alfonso sat on. He didn't utter a word nor did I. It was as if, something clutched my throat. Frustration surfed through my veins as I desperately tried to think of something, anything, even if it meant to think about the torture I went through.'Abuse is much better then this mental torture.' The voice mumbled. And for once I agreed to it."Why?" I abruptly asked. The half unspoken question burning on the tip my tongue.He tipped his head and settled his attention on me. "Why, what?""You don't know or you're actually denying the fact you know?" I si