Salvation

Prologue

Prologue:

A normal life. What a joke?! Everyone has ups and downs along his road, has sweet and bitter moments. Everyone shed tears of sorrow and grief and laughed heartwarming giggles. What if your life is all downs you go down the mountain then down the hill then down the valley then down deep deep in earth... But when did I ever climb up ?? What if your world is about bruises, pain, agony, abuse and hopeless cries? What then? I always tried to convince myself it's all a nightmare and I tried to wake up. Believe me I pinched by checks, legs, arms, and punched myself. I even threw myself at a wall thinking I'll wake up with probably a headache, but what did I get? Broken ribs and a bruised head. When reality finally settled in, I wanted to end my agony... I wanted to end my life, or should I say this catastrophe for a life. "Suicide" that is what people called what I thought was my salvation, my only door to escape the fear, the humiliation and the ignorance. Even at that I failed, making my life even more like a living hell, where every day I am tortured and torn down to shreds. Funny how people think of their life as "the worst life ever" after a break up or a nasty fight with mummy or daddy cause they wouldn't get them a new iphone.(note the sarcasm) You want to see what a heartbreak is like, darling? Who crying is made for?? When death is the good guy not the bad one? Welcome to my world, brats.

17 years ago:

Beatrice's POV:

"Ahhhhhhhhh, ohh noo I can't take it anymore" Lizzy cried

"Breathe Lizzy!! Breathe!" I said

"Where is Nathan?" Lizzy screamed in pain

"He is on his way lizzy. Calm down" I tried to assure her though I was worried sick myself. Nathan should have been here an hour ago.

"Something happened to him, Beatrice. He is not fine. Nathan, where are you?"She howled sobbing

"He is fine. He'll be here soon, I promise. You'll be fine" I said encouragingly before Lizzy was pulled into the operation room

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Little did Beatrice know that what she promised was to happen right then...

At the same time, in the same hospital, emergency department, Nathan was carried to the operation room. He was struggling for his life, fighting his destiny. But can you really escape your fate?

Doctor Smith's POV:

"The heartbeat is decreasing, we're losing him" the nurse screamed

"He lost a lot of blood. I don't think he's going to make it" another nurse said panicking

"He'll make it!!" I said sternly shutting them up "Come on Mr. Hamilton"

Beatrice's POV:

I heard a piercing scream then soft crying signaling the birth of a new soul.

"Congratulations, you can visit her and the baby now, Ma'am" the nurse said smiling

"Thank God" I sighed in relief going into the room

"She's a very beautiful girl" the nurse said handing the little delicate baby to me

When I finally held her and she opened her eyes, I almost gasped. Her piercing green eyes stroke me and trapped my soul. I felt at that very moment the need to protect and conceal her. I instantly fell in love with her. I felt a weird motherly feeling take over me; I held her tightly but softly to my chest and then kissed her forehead.

"You're safe, baby girl" I whispered "you're a beauty, sweetheart"

Doctor Smith's POV:

"You did what you can, doc" Betty said patting my back sympathetically

"He's... his wife just gave birth" I said, when I was capable of uttering a single word. I felt like his death was my responsibility. His wife just gave birth, just in the next room. I felt as if the whole weight of the whole family was on my chest and shoulders.

"Not your mistake, doc. This is his fate" she said trying to comfort me though her words didn't reduce any of the guilt crushing my chest bones and making it hard to breathe. Could I have saved him but haven't? Did I kill him? Is it my responsibility or was it like everyone said "just fate"?

"Time of death:....."

Beatrice's POV:

"Time of birth:..."

Doctor Smith's POV:

" ....3:09 am. Rest in peace"

Beatrice's POV:

"....3:09 am. Congratulations"

"3:09" the bane of my existence and time of my birth. Yes, I'm the fatherless child. I'm the unfortunate orphan. I'm the girl who was born the same minute when her father lost his last breaths. I'm Sophia...

Sophia's POV:

"Sophia get up girl" my aunt Beatrice called

I ignored her and smuggled deeper into the sheets.

"No no you don't" Beatrice said ripping the sheets off my body

"I don't wanna go, trice!" I moaned

She sighed loudly 

"Not again, Soph. Why do you hate school so much, huh?"

Hating school was an understanding in my case. I would rather die than step a foot in this filthy place.

A place that breaks me every day.

A place where I am beaten to a pulp as a daily chorus.

A place where I am humiliated for them to have a laugh.

A place where I am being severely put in my place, where I belong, in the gutters, below everyone's merciless shoes.

I threw on a baggy shirt with some faded old jeans and my only pair of worn out snickers. I didn't even bother smoothing down my hair.

What difference would it make? I'm already bullied all the time.

I picked my bag and I was on my way to school. I slowed my pace a little when I caught a glimpse of the ridiculously large sign saying:

"Welcome to Big Sandy High School"