Right at the corner of that room that Latvia girl named Ana Ventuliba was crying silently, throwing away all of the novel that she usually love to read to the floor. She grabbed her own long black hair, squeeze it harshly then trying her best to close her two ears but no matter how hard she has tried to covered her ears, yet still dimly she can hear the sounds of her parents quarreling came from behind that door. She is the only child in her family which for her is something that doesn’t even deserve to be called a family.
Usually she can cheers herself up by reading her favorite novel, only by imagining the happy life of the main character in that novel could make her unless smile. However that day, after a long time of trying to endure the
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Since that day she has never came out from her room anymore unless to hunt a deer or when she need to eat. Her soul locked along with her pain. Novel, that's probably the only slightly lam that Ana had when the whole world seems so resent, like a drug that treat bleeding wounds in her heart. It was the only place where her reverie to have a happy family could be found.
"It must be nice if just this story could ever happen in my life" Ana murmured softly while sneering.
As Ana continued to read her 200th novel, she took another sip of her fondness wine, once again. Paying attention to its detail quietly, savoring the warmth sensation created in her gullet and then got back to the pages of her novel. “Another good happy ending” A faint smile painted on the corner of her lips, there was a bit of spite in it. Suddenly her tears ran through her boney cheeks but were wiped right away by her. As she rose from that old chair, Ana grabbed her bag as she put in the shotgun and ran down the stairs as fast as she could to avoid her
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There was no sign of her father there but only a knife embedded on the floor. Ana then looked emptly to that knife, and also at the drip of the blood which was flowing around it.
“Who’s blood could it be?” she murmured, suddenly surprised as she now realized from whom that blood came from. “Mom what he has done to you? Agh.. Let’s go to my room and let me take care of your wound now” she said to not to care of both of her parents anymore. However, the anxiety was painted clearly on her pale face that time. Right after they had reached her room, with patient Ana wiped her mother’s wound softly and has washed out the bloody part on her mother’s right arms.
After Ana has finished applying the medicine, her mother then slowly lean on her shoulder.
“Ana, forgive me” she wept on Ana’s shoulder, the kind of thing that her mother always did and repeat each time that fight with her father has done. “It is all done, please go now” Ana said coldly without any expression on her face while let go of her mother’s arms, for her it was not a compassion anymore that she had in her heart but the feeling of sick and tired over everything.
“Ana, please listen to mom...”
“I am tired. Can you please get out of here now? I am just very