We're all well known with how the path of a mentally ill girl goes. They either destroy themselves until theres nothing left or their minds take over and gets the job done faster. Well this is estella romano's story . Follow her through the path of...
{He hates it when she's crying, he hates when she's away Even at their worst, they know they'll still be okay} -gracie abrams.
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I haven't had one restless night since i was 11. The voices were always trying to get me to come into the darkness with them. At times , i even considered ending it. A rope tied to the ceiling would've done the trick. If it weren't the voices then it would be those disgusting beading eyes staring back at me. He would taunt me. Told me he'd be coming back to finish what he started.
I wasn't even safe in my own sleep anymore too.
I knew i had done something awfully terrible when my parents dug the hole and hid my biggest secret. That i was a murderer.
The need to kill ran deep through my veins ever since. I wanted to wipe out all those disgusting bastards who made their fingers too long for their own good. I thought i was going crazy. I had slept next to lia every night since then. I wasn't even sleeping. Just counting the mintues as i stared at her bedroom ceiling. All i knew. I was in survival mode. And I'd do anything to protect her.
Ofcourse i cooled down after i learned her the ropes here and there. Taught her how to fight. Upper cut , the four basic punches , knee to the balls and my very favorite.
Knife to the throat.
I cooled down once i knew she could handle herself. I hoped i wouldn't go back there ever again. I hated the feeling of always being cautious or protective. It sucked the life out of me. I even started to hallucinate. Everywhere I'd turn I'd see lias helpless eyes. Begging me to save her. And every single time i killed him. On and on. And the worse part is . It got better every single time. One time i imagined me sticking a knife inside his skull. And i did infact do that. In my hallucinations ofcourse. Can't kill a dead guy.
I was just beginning to breathe.
Then this sick fuck damien creeped into my head and all i wanted to do was rip him limb from limb. A felt sick to my stomach. Knowing he could do something so vile to someone so...precious. My girl.
He. Touched. My. Girl.
My fucking girl. And she couldn't do anything. Her fucking sister. I wanted to go over there and kill her myself. This world is too precious for estella romano. Everything she touches , misses her presence as soon as she leaves. I don't ever wanna feel like that. Never . Thats why as soon as she dozed off as I rubbed circles on her smooth skin. I immediately called manny , he has connections. He's on it right now to find out where this sick bastard lives so i can introduce him to my world.
Because no one. And i mean no one. Touches whats mine. Fucking no one. I would set the world on fire just for her . Estella romano soon fixed my sleeping problem too. I know that because i haven't woken up since we fell asleep. It was like a huge weight has been lifted and i can finally breathe.
