◽A GHOST◽
◽THIRD PERSON'S POV◽
The pain and the agony that came with discovering ones loved one innocently lost to the aftermath of a crime they had never committed
The painful tears that ran down her cheek as she saw the damage her sister's carelessness had caused, maybe if she had arrived there a day earlier or maybe even two hours earlier, she might have been able to save her parent
She rushed to her mother's side and saw her once-beautiful face, swollen and adorned with a bullet wound that completely disassembled the back of her head.
Marian screamed, hating how lifeless her mother's eyes were staring at her, void of the emotions they once displayed
Who would have imagined that her life would continue below the surface when it had reached its lowest point?
One minute she had a happy family, a caring father and an absolutely lovely step mother, the next minute they were dead
It seemed like a lucid dream that she was unable to shake. She simply stared aimlessly around the house, searching for any indication of life, but nothing was there.
Her entire existence has descended into chaos, as she gazed at her deceased cat, wondering how someone could be so callous.
Her parents' brains were blown out, their brain matter was all over the floor, and the entire house smelled like death. They left nothing living or breathing, and there was no reason to try the hospital.
She was drained of all determination, feeling more defeated and out of place than ever before.
She couldn't help but blame herself. Would her parents still be alive if she hadn’t sneaked out to the bar? Would she be laughing at her dad’s terrible jokes if she had gone home instead?
She had lost track of time, had no idea when she had been sitting and staring into the void of nothingness that somehow eerily encapsulated the whole building
.......
"Take her, I told you to watch her." a snap of finger, still no reaction, she was out of it, she hadn't shed a single tear, only totally dissociated
"You couldn't do one job right?" He snapped at Venus
The conversation played somewhere in her mind, Carmello's icy, piercing voice rang, but she was unable to speak.
She yearned for someone to hold her and give her a jolt of reality, someone to tell her that this was all a bad dream. It felt as if she were screaming, but no one could hear her. She felt trapped in a glass cage, seeing everyone else enjoying their freedom while she was left feeling unworthy of happiness.
A defeated tear trailed down her cheek. Carmello lifted her bridal style into the back of the SUV. “You’re just too crazy for yourself, Piccola,” {Little one} he chuckled.
That remark seemed to trigger something in Marian. It jolted her from her daze, and she slapped Carmello hard across the face. “How dare you laugh!” she huffed, breathing heavily. She felt deeply offended, as if she were the only one fighting against the world. “My parents are in there, dead and disfigured beyond recognition, and you’re laughing? You disgust me.” With that, she sank back into the seat, as if she hadn’t just exploded moments ago.
It was as if she had suddenly realized the gravity of her situation. She remained silent for the rest of the ride, staring into oblivion without blinking.
Was this where everything ended?
When they arrived at the house. Carmello instructed Martini to carry her inside.
She remained unresponsive, neither shedding a tear nor having a coherent thought.
Martini, the only one with a shred of empathy, said softly, “It wasn’t your fault. You would have been dead too if you’d been at home.” Marian’s eyes fixed on him. “So I could have died with them?” she asked, a sinister smile forming on her lips. “Then why am I alive now?”
She didn't say anything after that. Marian simply sat on the bed, returning to her previous state of numbness.
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◽MARIAN'S POV◽
It’s all my fault. I feel like I caused everything. I shouldn’t have been born. I should have tried to escape sooner, I should have saved my parents. Even if it meant dying with them, wouldn’t that be better than enduring the pain of losing everyone in my life? What’s wrong with me?
I’m responsible for my mother’s death, and now I’ve lost my stepmother and father as well.
Everything went wrong in my family once I was born. My father lost his company, my sister left because I was too favored, and my stepmother had a miscarriage.
Why does it seem like I’m cursed with bad luck? And now, I’ve been kidnapped by one of the most notorious mafia bosses.
How many times has bodies been disposed ever since I was here, and yet I decided to slap him because he smiled when my parent died
He has done far more worst things than that
Ah! I'm such an hypocrite, why am I worried about my self when I just claimed I wanted to die
The first thing I need to do is beg Marco for forgiveness. I should tell him it was the heat of the moment and plead with him.
I have to keep living, at least until I can understand why my parents had to die and why my sister has disappeared without a trace.
The Angelini family always finds whoever they want, so why hasn’t my sister been found?
I really needed to find my sister.
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