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.

going on? Did I really lose that much blood?' She wondered

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

"Tip tap! Tip tap!"

blood dripping in the silent room deafened

bitch cut a

do I keep bleeding no matter what I do?'

Beryl. All her strength had been consumed by the

phone!" She

angelic smile, 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

little girl could attack her like

she going to do next? Kill me? She doesn't

order. She finally found the phone and held it

the phone. The first thing she needed to do now

she was thwarted when Beryl suddenly put the phone behind her back. The child hid

Yilia became mad and yelled, "Beryl!

girl teased, "Do you

roared, "Give it

touched it she swung around and threw it out of the window, "Oops!

disbelief Yilia watched the phone arching out of her reach and disappear into the night sky. Her body began trembling with fear and she

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

pool of blood was now staining

white as paper. No matter how tightly she held her wound, the blood kept pouring. Her mind was spinning around out of control and she struggled to think straight. She felt chilled and couldn't stop shaking.

if it continued like this she would soon be dead. She was

to stand failing her, she sank to the floor with one crimson hand gripping the bed for support. Survival instincts made her beg,

no emotions showed on Beryl's face, and like a doll she

pleaded, "Please won't you go

slowly

a desperate lunge for Beryl,