A Graduation Gift

"Courtney!"

Whitney cried loudly. There were desperation and agony in her ear-piercing shriek.

Cassandra's heart sank horribly when she heard thescream. She rushed to the room where the voice came from and gasped when she saw what had happened inside.

The white European-style engraving dresser was turned upside down, and things that were once neatly placed on it were scattered on the floor.

Strong fragrance from a broken perfume bottle filled the room. Still, it failed to mask the smell of blood.

Courtney's long-sleeved silk nightgown was stained with blood. Cassandra's heart skipped a beat when she saw this.

The girl sitting on the floor was holding a piece of blade on her left hand, her face oblivious to her mother's scream. The shining piece of metal was bloody, too.

Looking closer, Cassandra realized that Courtney had cut herself. Blood oozed from the wound. And it stunned her just as much as it did Whitney.

After what felt like a long time, the frightened mother rushed to her daughter's side and knelt beside her. The girl still sat on her knees and gave no response at all. Whitney snatched the blade and flung it to a corner of the room before begging, "Please don't do this, Courtney!"

Then, tears started streaming down the poor woman's cheeks. Surrendering to the?sobs, she held the bloody girl tightly as she cried hoarsely.

"I don't know what to do, sweetheart!" she wailed, heartbroken. "I did not know when you'll give up and hurt yourself. It pains me so much to see you like this."

Whitney's face that was distorted in agony was a stark contrast to her daughter's, which was blank and indifferent, staring into the abyss.

Cassandra put her hands over her mouth to stop herself from screaming. The strain of the situation was too much for her, and she nearly burst into tears as well.

Whitney had told her that Courtney might have some mental problems, but she did not expect it to be so grave. She was thinking something possibly like sleepwalking or reluctance to interact with people, not to an extend that she would be predisposed to self-harm.

It now made sense why Whitney chose to be away from most people. She was a proud woman. She knew how gossip would spread if anyone found out that she had a mentally ill daughter.

Feeling pity, tears finally welled up in her eyes as Cassandra watched the mother holding the girl and crying her heart out.

Just then, they heard quick footsteps from downstairs. Seconds later, a man in a suit was led to the room by a steward.

The man was around 50 years old, and carried a medical kit with him. He wore grave expression as he strode into the room.

Hope shone in Whitney's eyes seeing the man.

"You must help her, Smithers. She... has cut her own wrist," Whitney pleaded.

that

Courtney, took out some drugs and bandage from his kit, and put the

whole process, Courtney watched without moving or making a sound. As the doctor dressed her wound, she continued to stare in a

was extremely beautiful, yet looked nothing more like a broken doll now—no soul, no feelings. Her lifeless expression made

after he finished treating the wound. He then turned to Whitney and said, "Didn't I tell you to take good care of her? It is true that she is less likely to hurt others, but she will most probably

advised, frowning. The man seemed

she would do it again. She hasn't acted like this

low voice, helpless. Unlike what Cassandra saw the morning she arrived, her hair was no longer clean and tidy. Instead, she looked like a sorry figure with all the messy locks on her face. She was clearly so worried about her daughter

has been troubling her!" the doctor declared.

out of the room, he looked at Courtney and shook his

out what has been troubling her, " he lamented with a sign of regret on his face. "What

got Cassandra thinking, 'What exactly is eating away

clean clothes sent up here now and help Courtney change. And I want the floor here cleaned up, too," Whitney said calmly after taking a deep

but she mustered to give

help her get

felt sorry for Courtney and wished that there was something she could do for

so much," responded Whitney. "I'll have a talk with

Cassandra a grateful look and went downstairs with

some clothes in. Cassandra took them over and closed the door, getting ready to help Courtney

to do

old wounds on her arms. Those were deep-creased?scars.

with her own eyes, it would have been unimaginable for her to think that a girl as beautiful as Courtney would have these horrific scars on the

girl proceeded to

by straightening Courtney's collar. Suddenly, a necklace around Courtney's

adorned its two windows. Cassandra realized immediately that it

it, she saw a familiar figure through the crack...

she saw. The face in the

She couldn't help but lean?her palm?against?her brow, and gave herself a

was knocked by a sudden blow and

his picture?' she wondered. 'What might be the relationship

it possible that he has anything to do with

was lost in thought,

innocent smile spread across her face, as though the doll had

watching