SCAR FROM THE PAST; HER MISTAKE

WHAT !!

One week later, Beatrice was still not yet out of her room.

She has been in her room for seven days and her parents were starting to get scared.

Victoria used the spare key to Beatrice room and opened her door.

She breathed in a sigh of relief as she saw Beatrice asleep and not dead on the bed.

She went closer to her and tapped her lightly.

" Don't you dare touch me!

Arghhhhh! Jasper please, let me go!

You're hurting me!!" Beatrice suddenly cried out from her sleep.

She unconsciously yanked away her mother's hand on her body.

She was tossing and crying on her bed.

" It's me Beatrice......... It's your mother." Her voice quivered as she stared at her daughter with a guilty conscience.

She suddenly felt hurt and guilty as she stared at the sorry state of her daughter.

Beatrice finally woke up startled and quickly wiped her tears.

" Good morning mom." She muttered with her gaze on her bed.

She was afraid of meeting her mother's gaze on her.

" What happened Beatrice?! It's been seven days.... Seven good days since you've been out of your room.

You've been your room for seven days without coming out to even eat.

Why?! You almost gave i and your dad a panic attack." Her mother groused with her face scrunched up worriedly.

She wanted to scream at her daughter but she just couldn't anymore.

" I thought you don't care! I thought you don't care about what happens to me!" Beatrice lashed out angrily.

" Ermm. Ermmm." Her mother went speechless.

" Just freshen up and come downstairs to have breakfast." Her mother said instead, nervously.

She took one quick glance at Beatrice and walked out of her room.

* Oh God! I'm having nightmares of the r**e! What do I do?*

She cried miserably and ruffled her hair tiredly.

She got down from her bed and stretched out her aching body and rubbed her dizzy eyes.

These past few days, she's been feeling so down, dizzy and nauseous.

She didn't know what was suddenly wrong with her but she knew she was sick.

She brushed her teeth, took her bath and wore her clothes.

Not bothering to pack her hair, she walked out of her room.

" Good morning dad, mom and to you Ariana." She greeted casually.

She pulled out a chair and sat on it ready to devour her meal.

" What's good about the morning huh? You slut, what's good about the morning when you've made I and your mother loose our positions in the church.

You've finally succeeded in ruining our reputation just because you couldn't stop your horny self.

You couldn't close that damn legs of yours!

You know what?! You aren't going to college anymore!

Even if you want to go, I won't spend a dime on your fees!" Her father lashed out angrily and hit his spoon loudly on the table.

His eyes were spitting fire and he looked so enraged and embittered.

His gaze on her were venomous and with disdain.

" Dad, I'm sorry. I know I have failed you for having a male friend and even visiting him against your wish.

But whether you believe it or not, I did not willingly have s*x with him.

The truth was that I was r***d dad.

Right now I'm having psychological trauma and your insults and despicable words are adding to my depressed state and nightmares.

I hate the fact that I was r***d, that I made you loose your position in church and I hate it more that you aren't helping matters.

You're supposed to help me pick up the broken pieces of my life and help me rearrange it.

It hurts me so much when I realized that the two persons I call my parents don't trust me.

A girl you raised for nineteen good years, the child you gave birth to.

Do you know how I feel that you despise me because of a mistake I made?

That you prefer your position in church than helping me to mend the broken pieces of my shattered heart and make it whole again.

Right now all I need is your love, care and soothing words and not your despicable words because it adds to my depressed state.

It's better I'm dead than for me to continue to listen to your insults on me everyday.

Reminding my so much of what I'm trying to forget." Beatrice cried out.

She was yelling and crying as she spoke her heart to her parents.

Her eyes were bulgy and her face had gone all red.

She felt so pained.

" Anyways, thanks for the breakfast!" She added and threw her food on the floor.

She scoffed at her parents and ran out of the dinning room.

" Beatrice!!!" Her mother called out in tears.

She felt so guilty.

" If anything happens to my sister, I'll never forgive the both of you." Ariana said angrily and stomped out of the dinning room.

Her parents sat rooted on their chair as guilt tore their concience.

They never knew she was suffering that much.

" Arghhhhh!" Beatrice yelled in anger as she scattered her room and broke many items in her room.

She took her phone and smashed it on the wall and it broke into pieces......

" Arghhhhh! Jasper you're a bastard and you will never go unpunished. I hate you!" She groaned in anger.

She sat on the floor and wept bitterly.

She suddenly stopped crying and stood up from the floor.

She wiped her tears and smiled sadly...

She opened her wardrobe and brought out a yellow rope.

It was the rope that had cut from her previous curtain.

She climbed her stool and tied the rope around her ceiling fan.

Then she tied the rope around her neck.

She kicked the stool and started gasping for air.

Her legs were dangling in the air and she was starting to sleep into unconsciousness..

" Lord, have mercy and accept my broken soul."

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Beatrice parents ran to her room as they heard sounds coming from her room.

They were afraid she was gonna hurt herself.

They both barged in time to find Beatrice still dangling and gasping for air.

" Oh my God! Beatrice!!" Her mother panicked in fear.

Her father hastily removed the rope around her neck and brought her down.

She was already unconscious and was slowly slipping into oblivion.

Her father carried her and ran out of the room while her mother trailed behind him weeping profusely and miserably.

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" You're lucky you brought her here on time.

She would have died." The doctor said and shook his head sadly.

" But doctor is she perfectly fine now?" Her mother asked and sniffed sadly.

" Yes but she was sedated. She would be awake hours later.

She needs enough rest." The doctor said.

" Alright doctor, thank you." Her mother said appreciatively.

She suddenly felt bad and guilty for making Beatrice go through tough times.

She couldn't believe her own daughter committed suicide and almost died.

She wouldn't be able to forgive herself if her daughter dies.

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Victoria went home and prepared dinner for Beatrice.

She was still sleeping in the hospital but the doctor said she would soon be awake and she needed food.

Ariana had wept bitterly when she was told that her sister almost died.

She wouldn't be able to to live happily for the rest of her life if her sister had died.

She felt so sad and embittered.

Her parents were the cause of whatever is happening to her.

They were supposed to forgive and embrace her no matter her mistakes.

They were supposed to help her make things right.

They were supposed to comfort and help her.

She's going through a lot and her parents aren't helping matters.

Ariana resented her parents for what they made Beatrice become.

If only she was treated nicely and taken good care of, then she wouldn't have had the thought of commiting suicide.

But they made matter worse.

They treated her like trash, like she has committed the most dangerous and unforgivable sin.

If only they had treated her more nicely.

If only they didn't rub it more to her face that her predicament was caused by herself alone.

If only...

There are many wrongs are parents need to rewrite in her life.

They are so many things they need to correct.

So many things...

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Beatrice bursted into hot tears as she stared at her surrounding.

She felt even hurt because she didn't die.

To her, death was the only option.

She sees no reason why she should live.

Her life us ruined!

Her parents resents her!

Nobody to share her pain with.

Nobody to comfort her and tell her everything is gonna be fine.

" Beatrice dear!" Her mother cried and embraced her warmly.

" Let go of me! Why didn't you just let me die!

Why did you have to save me?" Beatrice cried out in pain and shoved her mother angrily, aside.

" Beatrice dear. I'm sorry.

We are sorry. I and your father, we are sorry." Her mother cried and bent her head in guilt and shame.

" Sorry for what exactly mom?" Beatrice yelled in tears.

" For everything." Her mother cried.

" I don't think I can ever forgive you and dad! You've ruined my life more by resenting me." Beatrice said and more tears poured out from her eyes.

Her mother was hurt and speechless.

She hugged Beatrice affectionately but Beatrice forcefully pushed her angrily.

" I'm so sorry Beatrice. I don't know what I'm gonna do to earn your forgiveness.

But one thing I know is that, I'm gonna try everything within my power to make you forgive me.

I'm gonna make up for those times that I hurt and made you feel like an out cast.

I'm really very sorry. And I hope you would definitely come around and forgive me eventually." Her mother said softly and wiped her tears.

" Anyways, I brought you dinner." She added and smiled lightly.

" I'm not hungry. You should take your filthy self and food out of here.

You disgust me!" Beatrice yelled.

" Calm down Beatrice, you shouldn't be stressing yourself out in this your condition." The doctor suddenly interpolated as he walked into the ward.

" Just because I was just revived after death doesn't mean I'm sick or something!" Beatrice lashed out and hissed.

" That's not what I meant." The doctor said but Beatrice only hissed angrily and turned her head towards another direction.

" Beatrice dear, I and your mother are sorry." Her father said remorsefully.

" Oh really? After you resented me so much and made me commit suicide?

You made me feel guilty and hated. You..." Beatrice cried out.

But she was suddenly interrupted when a wave of nausea arose.

She quickly stood up from the bed and rushed into the toilet with her hands in my mouth.

She threw up in the toilet and heaved tiredly.

She was suddenly feeling so tired and dizzy. Her taste buds suddenly tasted bitter and sour.

She washed her mouth and flushed the toilet then, she went back to the room.

Her parents were staring keenly and confusingly at her.

" That's what I was trying to explain to you." The doctor said and shrugged.

" What do you mean doctor?" Her father asked, clearly confused.

" What is it doc? I've been having this sick feeling for a while now." Beatrice said and sighed tiredly.

She stared intently at the doctor before going back to seat on the bed.

" Well, I conducted some tests on her and I found out that she's two weeks pregnant." The doctor dropped the bombshell.

" What?!" The trio yelled in unison looking so shocked.

" Doctor. How's that possible? It can't be.

I can't be pregnant." Beatrice said and started crying.

She face palmed herself and cried.

" You have to abstain from any strenuous work and over thinking." The doctor said instead.

" And in this her condition, all she needs from you is your love, care and words of encouragement.

She doesn't needs words that would hurt her." He added, staring at her parents.

" And most importantly, try to eat healthy food, fruits and get enough rest.

Don't think too much of any negative things or incident that hurts you badly or you loose a great chance of having a miscarriage." The doctor said and stared at Beatrice.

" Noooooo!!! I don't need any f*****g damn baby!

I don't want any seed from a product of r**e.

I don't want anything that would add to my pain and make me remember those awful moments!!" Beatrice cried out miserably.

Her mother could only weep while her father stared dejectedly into space.

" I'm gonna get rid of this thing in my stomach!!

I want to terminate it!"

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