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.

really lose that much blood?' She wondered and began

wound kept bleeding no matter how much tissue was

"Tip tap! Tip tap!"

dripping in the silent room deafened

bitch cut

what I do?' She thought in

too weak to even yell at Beryl. All her strength had been consumed by the collection of blood flowers growing on the floor at

phone!" She ordered

sweetly. It was as if she were discussing homework, "Is that an order? Do you dare to

Just try it!" She would never have thought that a little girl could attack her like this.

the hell is she going to do next? Kill me? She doesn't have the balls, ' she

her order. She finally found the phone and held it out to her.

a little sigh of relief, Yilia looked at the phone. The first thing she needed to do now was to call 911.

very tired now. Reaching out with her bloodied hand to take the phone she was thwarted when Beryl suddenly put the phone behind her back. The

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

little girl teased, "Do you want

roared, "Give it

bloodied hand touched it she swung around and threw it out of the

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

as she looked appreciatively at her knife, "I just want

of blood was now staining the floor.

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

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

gripping the bed for support. Survival instincts made her beg, "Beryl! Please Beryl... It's all my fault. I shouldn't have beaten you today. I was just so mad then. I'm sorry.

on Beryl's face, and like a doll she stared

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

slowly answered.

for Beryl,