Mirabella's Pov
Two weeks.
I claw at my face, smash my head into the hard surface of the wall, and punch my fist into the same wall over and over again. A new kind of sorrow engulfs me and the urgent need to mourn my mother all over again surfaces.
In all the two weeks I’ve been locked up in this room and tortured mentally, I punished myself day after day and night after night, because I couldn’t do anything else to help myself. I mourned myself like a dead person while I’m still very much alive; And my sister and father watched me in amusement as I broke myself inch after inch.
Today is another dreadful day, a day to be faced by another well thought out mental and emotional torture.
I’m sitting on the cold floor, with my knees bent upward and my head in between my thighs. My arms wra
