HER LAST BREATH

A little drop of rain falls on my cheeks and I look up to find a st

een a star on a rainy night, maybe it's bec

ith a mug of hot tea watching some Netflix or a plate of ice blocks on your laps crunching to the spl

y little hands. The sunflower in my hands fit in wit

in a black overall gown. My hair is gelled ba

of rain fall from it, landing on my cheek

tand rigid on the low gras

umbrellas as they gather round a parti

nika Gomez, a ro

able but now the voids of time fades all my memory of

e of my diary, and I also have the sliver

ng holes in her head and heart. Clearly a murder case but unfortunately, the police weren't so en

d when she was sixteen from a gang rape by several white Spanish dudes. She decided to keep me becaus

g to me in the loveliest hum while sh

be my best deci

ive-star restaurants. I don't remember the name of the res

are back at me, their mouths mo

memory of one's loved one is buri

other voices respond. A bunch of blurry faces stare back

even bother to run f

pefully, wash away all my woes. Ins

ome. Would you be enthusiastic when you have your roo

back home, at

er I was orphaned, I was sent to an

s until I was adopted

a highly comfo

into the Smith's mansion,

han any house I

ch looks like a curved snake. Its rails are sliver and slim w

budging out and hanging from the cell

with a king-sized white couch wit

lding my little hands

f it sent bubbles to my eight years o

ing to get bett

now I kn

s a huge white cupboard containing numerous toys. I see

saw m

lden full hairs, all toys that Mama would've

I raced towards the wardrobe, swinging it open. My eyes roam for a long time admiring all the hanged c

en I jump on the bouncy bed. Mrs Smith 'mum' watches me through the lids on

yst

calm voice ca

y little hands and I walk with he

oy of around thirteen years. His hand is on the boy's little shoulders and the child keeps

...Krystal, this

at both

r some reason, at that ti

own lifting me up in the air and

w happ

llo to your y

ce is squeezed in a frown and

You are not my sister.

Mum looks at me. My brown cat-like eyes was flood

t scared but with time, h

'pt

e, not at all. If anything, he got

excluding the Jeff but at

s a rock in the face. Literally, a rock in th

ffy baby pink gown. Immediately I step into the class, everyone starts laughing. Madison, a st

be my lit

starts. Apparently, I am bullied because of my

Miss Riley 'our English teacher! ' had already started teachin

in, Kr

late because everyone would already be in class, and they'll all have their eyes on me. As I w

cture for the day when I feel a sharp pencil pierce m

. I thought she was made from p

round my seat, pinching me. I sc

hu

.. I didn't know

ss and treat me like one of their toys and wh

e my cat when

see in the dark?

g and torture. The day after Mum's death was my tenth birthday. I stand in her hos

celebrated my birthday. Probably bec

colourful sense of fashion is changed to all black a

with sunflowers in my hands, I keep hearing

orry for y

open the windows any more. Papa pulled out entirely and Jeff started bullying me 'openly this time'. He would p

an. The children started forcing me to eat their f

at home, I knock on Dad's study room. I hear

me

around me is blinding. My brown eyes fi

tend my hands, showi

t say a word, then f

er anywhere? She's gone. You are in my house because my wife saw you one evening when she was driving past Joy orphanage. As a child, she was obsessed with dolls, then when she grew up she always wanted a daughter, bu

y to minimize the fact you are a burden to me and stay off my part! As for Jeff, you are not always the Victim...bear

ustomed to the bul

expect him to choose an orphan li

es worse than hell. I see my per

mirror looking at the

the only one notici

ng the stairs, I hear Jeff talking to

s; Jeff's voice is very loud as he utters;"No...she's not

up the stairs,

ving some sort of project. Walking upstairs, I find Jeff by my d

ou doing he

l my eyes at him then bring my room key out of my bag then I insert it in its lock. The door swi

. I fall down on the ground, and he w

om!" I scream at

s then drags my hand, t

he holds me down, plastering me to my bed. He starts zipping his trousers