Chapter 85: MISS STELLA
~Chapter 85~
MISS STELLA
"She’s so small," the words snapped me from staring down at the face of this innocent girl, who had been through what no child should have even if I didn’t know the extent of it.
Her fragile form seemed to be swallowed up by the hospital bed, and I couldn’t help but feel pity.
I had been through a lot in this life and still going through a lot, but the deep sadness I saw and felt from this girl’s eyes was intense.
It was as if her gaze held a weight that was crushing her from within and I wonder what had happened to her.
She looked so small, so skinny, with a lot of scars on her back when I first met her. The memory of those scars, brought goosebumps onto me.
I mean what kind of pain she had endured to be left with such marks. Those could have not been from anything else but abuse.
When she had first seen me, her frightened eyes looked at me with so much caution, as if everything and everyone was a threat to her, which I didn’t blame because in this mansion, nobody was a saint.
Including me. We all had our demons, and some of us were still fighting to keep them at bay.
I had seen so much horror in this house that I am still wondering how I still had my mental health in check.
The screams, the tears, the blood – it was all too much to bear sometimes. I had grown accustomed to the darkness that lurked in every corner of this mansion, but it didn’t mean it didn’t affect me.
Needed to be strong, for the sake of my life and people who still needs me. Especially Katya, this poor girl, needed me now more than ever.
The memories of blood-soaked floors, shattered glass, and desperate pleas for help still haunts me like a ghost.
I stood there, lost in thought, the sound of Nonna’s wheelchair gliding closer to where I stood over the poor girl reached me, and I looked over to her.
Her old face was filled with worry but also curiosity, and I could sense her concern for Katya. "Stella, What happened to her?"
Unsure of what really happened to her, I opened and closed my lips.
This day has been hectic, to say the least, I thought to myself, trying to process the chaos that had unfolded.
From the panicked call when we saw Mr. Salvatore being helped into the mansion from a mission gone wrong and he got shot.
To the doctor trying to treat him before discovering the bullet was deadly and him being rushed to the surgery room to be operated on.
And now this, me walking over to the fourth floor after instructing some maids on some tasks, only to hear a loud scream coming from a room, only to get there and see her.
Katya on the floor, her eyes bloodshot, tears streaming down her face like a never-ending river of pain.
She was holding a large broken vase glass on her palm, and both her wrists, from her elbow down to her wrist, were split countless times, the cuts deep and jagged.
And yet, she was still cutting, her movements quick and deliberate, as if she was trying to inflict more pain on herself
Muttering words that I couldn’t hear, before she passed out after my scream. I still remembered the sound of my own voice, the shock and horror that had echoed through the room as I took in the sight of her, broken and wounded.
The image was etched in my mind, and the feeling of dread that settled in the pit of my stomach seems to only increase the more I look at her.
I had seen some terrible things in my time, but Katya’s situation was different. There was something about her that tugged at my heartstrings, something that made me want to reach out and help her.
Seeing her like that was the last thing on my mind when I rushed for help before she was moved to this room at the hospital wing of the mansion.
I had been in a state of panic, my heart racing with fear as I called out for someone to come and help her
Now as I stood here, looking at her fragile form, I wonder what had driven her to this point. What kind of pain had she endured, what kind of trauma had she suffered?
I didn’t know why Nonna was here, when her grandson was struggling for his life in the surgery room.
It had been five hours, five long depressing hours and still, that abnormal bullet hadn’t been removed from his body.
The tension in the air was high, but the worry and fear that was emanating from Nonna was far more intense than anything else.
She was a strong woman, but even the strongest of us can be broken by the weight of uncertainty and fear from their loved one.
We don’t know what is going on in there, but it had been messy. God knows what the hell was going on in this mansion, where secrets and lies seemed to seep from every stone.
The nurse who was attending to Katya faced me and ushered me and Nonna to give her patient some privacy.
Her expression was professional, but there’s a hint of concern behind her eyes, at least not only me was this concerned for her.
"Let’s give her some space," she said softly and i nodded, understanding the need for discretion.
I turned and faced Nonna, who had also been quietly looking at Katya like she could see her soul.
Her eyes boring into Katya’s very being, as if searching for something hidden deep within.
"Let’s go, Nonna," I said, helping her wheel her chair to the door. We left the room.
Making our way out of the wing as nonna needed to eat and take some of her medications.
I just hope everything gets better, I sent a silent prayer to the universe.
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