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Sabrina’s POV
“Forgive me, Charlie…” I whispered, my voice almost lost by my own tears. I could only watch Hazel drag Charlie who continued to cry in pain.
My son was still struggling, his little hands reaching out towards the, while his cries begged me to take him. “Mom! Please! Don’t leave me, Mom!”
I could no longer hold back my tears. My body felt weak, bu I couldn’t do anything. Hazel finally managed to get Charlie into her car. Charlie was still kicking the car door, ils face full of tears and panic. But Hazel quickly closed the door and ignored his cries.
I could only watch the car move away, carrying my son who was still screaming for me. The car drove further away, leaving Charlie’s little shadow struggling inside.
When the sound of his cries disappeared from my hearing, my whole body felt empty. It felt like I had lost a part of myself. I fell to my knees, covering my mouth with both hands to hold back the sound of sobbing so deeply and painfully.
Silently, I could only hope that one day, Charlie would know how much I loved him.
My heart was broken seeing Charlie go, my son whom I loved so much. The sound of his cries that kept ringing made every second feel heavy for me. I promised myself that I would do everything to see Charlie again.
With trembling steps, I rose from my kneeling position and began to find out where the car had gone. I would not give up until I could get my beloved son back. My love for him would never fade, even though we were separated by this tragic event.
Every step I took was filled with determination and determination. I was sure that one day, we would be reunited and the warmth of family would fill our lives again. I would continue to love Charlie, even though he was far from me. Because a mother’s love will never fade, as time and space separate us.
When I got home, I sat on the sofa with a broken heart. My heart and mind felt like they were being stirred up in an endless chaos. Every scream of Charlie, every look of his pain, rang in my mind without stopping. I covered my face with both hands, trying to hold back the tears that felt like they would never end.
At that moment, I felt so weak and broken. But, in the midst of such deep pain, I knew that I had to stay strong Charlie. I had to get up and find a way to get my beloved son back.
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With strong determination, I wiped my tears and tried to think of the next steps. I will not stay silent, I will fight to the last drop of blood to save Charlie from the unknown situation.
Even though my heart is broken, I know that I must stand tall. Because Charlie is everything to me, and I will do anything for his happiness. I have to be strong, for Charlie.
However, suddenly my stomach felt nauseous. A heavy dizzy sensation attacked, making my vision a little blurry. I held my head, trying to breathe deeply, but the nausea was unbearable. My stomach chumed, and I rushed to the bathroom, almost stumbling in my shaky steps.
When I got to the toilet, I immediately bent over the sink, and without being able to hold it, I just threw up. It felt like everything in my body was pushing out, bringing a burning and painful feeling that was more than just physical. Every push that came out seemed to release all the tension that had accumulated in me all this time, but it didn’t make my burden any less.
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I stood there, still shaking, and stared at my reflection In the mirror. My face was pale, my hair was messy, and my eyes were puffy and red. This was no longer just physical exhaustion, this was the pain that was eating away at my soul. I wondered how could my life have turned into this
Holding my
breath while feeling the dizziness that was still attacking, leaned my head against the bathroom wall. My body was weak, as if all my energy had been drained along with the crying and frustration that was burning in my chest. I felt tears slowly falling down my checks again. The deep longing for Charlie, the restraining, helplessness, and the inability to protect my child from Hagel’s hands all pressed me so hard.
I closed my eyes for a moment, hoping that all this was just nightmare and that all this pain would go away when I woke up. However, when I opened my eyes, I was sill in this bathroom, alone in the painful silence.
As I tried to stand up and leave the bathroom, suddenly I fell something flowing down my nose. The warm touch surprised me, and when I touched my nose, I saw blood on my finger. I had a nosebleed.
Panicking, I quickly searched for tissues on the bathroom shelf, hoping to stop the bleeding However, the more I wiped the blood that came out, the faster it flowed. It felt strange, and the dizziness that had been like a thin fog now turned into a storm that shook my head.
As the dizziness became worse, I tried to stay calm. Remembering everything I had heard about nosebleeds, I tried to hope that this was temporary. However, the blood that continued to flow worried me. I remembered the advice I had once received: sit still, tilt your head slightly forward so that the blood would not flow into your throat. While trying to control my breathing, I found a chair in the corner of the bathroom and sat down carefully. My
I could blood–stained hands felt cold, and nausea began to creep into my stomach. In my semi–conscious state, still feel the cold bathroom wall behind me, adding to the sense of calm I needed at that moment. 7
I tried to hold back my panic and started counting my breaths. Once, twice, three times. Each count reminded me not to get caught up in my own thoughts. I knew nosebleeds could be caused by a variety of things–dry weather, stress, or maybe a sudden allergy attack.
After a while, the blood flow began to subside. The dizziness slowly faded, though the lingering fear still haunted me. Slowly, I grabbed a tissue, pressing a few pieces to my nose to stop the bleeding. Maybe it was time to take a break, to give my body time to recover.
With my breathing more regular, I began to plan my next steps. If the bleeding didn’t stop or if I felt worse, maybe I should get help. The bathroom, which had felt scary before, now felt a little more familiar as I tried to navigate the pain and anxiety with care and patience.
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Sabrina’s POV
I tried to hold myself up by holding onto the sink, but the world began to spin faster. Suddenly my body felt so weak and light, that my grip on the sink slowly slipped. My eyes began to blur, my vision blurred, and I collapsed to the bathroom floor, unable to catch myself.
As I fell, my hand accidentally knocked over several bottles of skincare that were arranged on a small shelf next to the sink. One by one the bottles fell, producing a faint sound of breaking glass that reached my increasingly
indistinct ears.
Instantly, the room was silent. I lay weakly on the cold floor, with the faint scent of skincare and blood mixed in the air. Only silence enveloped me as my body felt like it was sinking into darkness, leaving all the suffocating pain behind the bathroom door.
In the silence that enveloped me, I felt my head and body start to feel light. Darkness filled my vision, making me feel even more isolated from the outside world. The pungent scent of skincare and the blood that soaked the floor added to the chaos in my mind.
With difficulty, I tried to get up from the cold floor. Every movement I made felt so heavy and painful. I grabbed the towel hanging near me to clean the blood that flowed from the small wounds on my body.
After cleaning myself, I tried to stand up straight. My heart and mind still felt adrift in the haunting chaos. However, I knew that I had to fight the sense of destruction that enveloped me.
With unsteady steps, I looked for a source of light and turned on the light in the bathroom. Bright light filled the room, bringing a little relief and clarity amidst the haunting darkness.
Slowly, I started to clean up the broken glass and tidy up the skincare bottles scattered on the floor. Even though my heart still felt broken, I knew that I had to get up and fight the darkness that lurked. I had to stay strong, even though the wounds still hurt. I had to face everything and move forward, without looking back. I had to survive, for the life that I still had to live.
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I flinched when I heard Nicholas‘ voice calling my name in loud tone. With my body still weak, I forced myself to get up, even though my whole body felt heavy and my head was still throbbing. Ignoring the pain that was spreading, I walked out of the bathroom toward the direction of the voice. In the living room, I saw Nicholas standing with a face full of anger, staring at me as if I were his enemy.
“Sabrina, what are you doing?!” he shouted as I approached
I tried to calm my still gasping breath, my weak body felt even weaker. However, Nicholas‘ attitude made my ears
hot.
“Why did you have to scream like that?” I asked weakly, trying to hold back the feeling of disappointment that was weighing on my chest.
Nicholas instead approached with a hateful gaze, his face tensed.
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“You’re really too much! How could you hurt Charlie’s hand until it’s bruised? What were you thinking?”
I was silent, confused. Those words were like a sharp stab that stabbed straight into my heart. Slowly, my memory returned to the incident at school earlier, when Hazel pulled Charlie roughly, causing his hand to probably be injured.
“Nicholas, it wasn’t me… I could never hurt Charlie. I was just trying to
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