Mistake

My Family's Wrath

    After I said 'goodbye' to Rosy, I stood in front of my family's house, hands shaking and slightly sweating. "Just breath Myrana, breath, you will be able to get through this." I told myself as I reached my shaky hand out to turn the door handle. "Myrana Valzefer," A low voice rang through the house as I stepped in. "get your ass into the living room." My fears now materialized, my father was home, he was the worst out of them all. He would sometimes lock me in the basement with no food for a week, I didn't want to know what he was going to do this time.  I hesitantly walked into the living room. "Hurry up bitch." A hand grabbed my hair and pulled me into the room with great force. My face contorted with pain, but I didn't make a sound. My father threw me to the ground and kicked me in the stomach, all the air left my body and I started coughing.  "Shut the hell up!" He yelled out and he stepped on my ribs until a couple of them broke. "S-stop it." I weakly cried out in response. "You're a f*****g i***t! You got a 87% on your social studies quiz!" He was yelling and constantly kicking me in the stomach, I started to cough up blood. My fear started to turn into anger and I bottled it up inside till I finally snapped. "f**k OFF," I yelled out at him as I started to stand up off the ground. "HAVE YOU EVEN LOOKED AT YOU OWN SON'S GRADES!? I WORK MY ASS OFF TO GET ALL A'S WHILE, HE SITS THERE NOT DOING s**t AND HE HAS TWO C'S, FOUR D'S AND TWO F'S, AND I'M THE ONE WHO GETS BEAT UP ABOUT GRADES! HELL NO I DON'T THINK SO! I MAY BE A MISTAKE IN THIS LAME EXCUSE OF A FAMILY, BUT AT LEAST I'M HEADING SOMEWHERE IN MY f*****g LIFE UNLIKE HIM, SO YOU MIGHT WANT TO SHOW SOME APPRECIATION!" I released some of the anger I had caged up inside of me, which only resulted in getting a fist to the face. I fell backwards from the force of the punch and landed on the ground, I looked up only to see a glass vase coming down to meet my head. The sound of the vase hitting my head echoed throughout the house. "I DID NOT ASK FOR A REBELLIOUS i***t,  YOU ARE GOING TO THE BASEMENT FOR WHO KNOWS HOW LONG!" I was starting to black out. I already knew I was going to have a concussion, black eye an massive blood loss. My father grabbed my hair and started dragging me to the basement I couldn't move at all. A door opened and he tossed me into the basement. "Enjoy your stay slut." Were the final words I heard before I blacked out.

    I don't know how long I have been in the basement but all I know is that the food I snuck in here before I got thrown in is running out, my phone is dead and I'm freezing and still covered dried blood. I'm pretty sure its been almost a month, and they have forgotten about me. I found a knife in the basement and for awhile now I've started contemplating if I should kill myself with it.

Some time later:

    I think I'm hearing voices that aren't my family's. I can't move I'm so cold but I start making out the voices."Sorry Ma'am but we need to do a full house inspection."

"No you don't my we are and extremely nice and gentle family and we 'love' our daughter. She isn't in any danger." My mother's voice rang out hiding her panic. "Sorry but we got a call about some one maybe getting hurt here. We will have to search the place for any evidence." I heard multiple pairs of footsteps start walking around the house, and one got to the basement door. "BANG!" The heavy door swung open and hit the wall. One of the people turned on the lights and saw me crumpled up, bloody, on the floor with a knife. I slightly turned my head and didn't make a sound but a small smile rose to my lips and I started crying. The person's mouth fell open and he yelled out to his partners, "Hey someone call the ambulance I found the victim! HURRY SHE IS LOOSING BLOOD FAST!" The rest of that was a blur but I remember Thanking someone for helping me.

    "Beep."

    "Beep."

    "Beep."

    "Beep."

    I awoke to the sound of something beeping and found a room of white. I weakly looked around and surprisingly saw Satan, Lucifer, Theron and Zanternal. Zant's face was covered in tears and Theron was holding her in his arms while she cried. Satan and Lucifer were both looking sad standing next to them with their eyes closed, no one knew I was awake. "Z-Zant...Do-don't cry... I-I'm...I'm awake." I whispered out very weakly, but it seemed that Zant heard it very clearly. Her eyes shot open and she looked up. "MYRA!!" She jumped out of Theron's arms and ran over to me sobbing. "THOUGHT YOU WOULD NEVER WAKE UP YOU STUPID b***h!" She threw herself on top of me and hugged me extremely hard. "Ow, Zant I think I have a couple broken bones. Don't hug that hard." She grabbed my shoulders and yelled. "A couple! A couple of broken bones! MYRA YOU HAD MORE THAN 27! YOUR RIBS WERE SHATTERED AND 6 BONES HAD TO BE RE-POSITIONED BACK IN YOUR BODY! DON'T SAY THAT IT WAS ONLY A COUPLE OF BROKEN BONES!" She started shaking while saying that. "And then you fell into a coma for about 3 weeks. the doctors were sure that you wouldn't wake up, I begged them to do everything they could to save you." I smiled and also started to cry. "Thank you." Everyone went silent and seemed shocked."What? Is there something wrong?" I asked. Zant took out her phone and snapped a picture of me, she turned it and showed the picture to me. "I looked normal but instead of tear made on water, I was crying tears made of blood. I sat there in shock. While all of us were silent three doctors quickly came in looking surprised. "You are very lucky to be alive... Is there something wrong miss." The doctor who was an angel walked over to me, and I turned to her and asked. "Why do I now cry blood? Don't get me wrong, I am so happy to be alive, but I was just wondering."

"That is the side effect of two of the medicines we gave you because you were both pure blood angel and a pure blood demon. Those medicines were not supposed to be combined but you were both so we had to heal both sides of you." The doctor calmly responded.