A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

The sudden pain in her wrist awoke Yilia from a deep sleep. Someone had slashed her wrist, and the pain was excruciating.

"Ahhh!" Opening her eyes she was greeted by a bruised little face at her bedside. A pair of dark eyes were locked onto her in a most disconcerting way.

In the dim light Beryl's bruises appeared even more ghoulish, like a burnt doll in a horror film.

"Beryl! What are you doing?" Clutching at the bleeding wound on her wrist, Yilia freaked out and began yelling, "What the hell are you doing to me?"

Staring wordlessly at her, Beryl reached out and turned on the table lamp.

"Calm down, auntie! Yelling only speeds up the loss of blood. Didn't you know that?"

The wicked woman who had once kidnapped her had said so.

Yilia stared at her in disbelief. She couldn't understand how the child could have harmed her, but her bleeding wound reminded her of the fact.

Grabbing some tissues from the side table, she exploded in rage, "You rotten little girl! You are going to die!"

A sudden flash dazzled her eyes as she finished speaking.

Cold white light reflected off the knife which Beryl was wielding. Blood dripped from the sharp tip. It blossomed like red flowers on the floor.

The child's dark eyes gave her a chill. It cut into her own dark core, sharp as any knife.

"Tip tap! Tip tap!" Beryl flashed a horrid smile and spoke eerily, "Listen to the sound of the blood dripping on the floor. Do you like it, auntie?"

Wide eyed, Yilia wanted to rip her to shreds, but she feared getting too close to the child and her knife. Instead she cursed loudly, "You! You little asshole!"

"Asshole? Are you talking to yourself?" Beryl sneered, her dark eyes captivating Yilia. She continued, still smiling nefariously, "By the way, there is nothing you can do to stop the bleeding."

"Go to hell!" Yilia screamed. Screaming in her mind, Yilia thought bravely, 'Do you honestly think that you can best an adult? You little bitch!' But when she tried to get up, she was suddenly dizzy.

lose that much blood?' She wondered and

she realized that the wound kept bleeding no matter how much tissue was being pressed

"Tip tap! Tip tap!"

own blood dripping

the bitch cut a

I keep bleeding no matter what

blood loss she became too weak to even yell at Beryl. All her strength had

me the phone!" She

Beryl spoke sweetly. It was as if she were discussing homework, "Is that an order? Do you dare to issue orders, even now? Do you want to meet my

that a little girl could attack her like this. Weary now, her words lacked conviction. But

going to do next? Kill me? She doesn't have the

order. She finally found the phone and held it out

do now was to call 911. After she got

bloodied hand to take the phone she was thwarted when Beryl suddenly put the phone behind

nothing but air. Yilia became mad and yelled, "Beryl! What the hell are

little girl teased,

it to me!

the phone again, but when the bloodied hand touched it she swung around and threw it out of the window,

reach and disappear into the night sky. Her body began trembling with fear and she asked timidly,

she looked appreciatively at her knife, "I just want you to bleed. It's

massive pool of blood was now staining

mind was spinning around out of control and she struggled to think

like this she would soon be dead. She was gripped by

she sank to the floor with one crimson hand gripping the bed for support. Survival instincts made her beg, "Beryl! Please Beryl... It's

face, and

tears and biting her lips to try and stay conscious, Yilia pleaded, "Please won't you go seek help from our neighbors? Tell them

slowly

desperate lunge for Beryl, "You little bitch! You want me dead, huh?