[ Belladonna's Point of View ]
The policemen interrogated me about what happened last night. The guy was revealed to be Melinda's best friend, who is in love with her.I told the police that I was a victim and the guy planned to kill me too.When they asked me where the gunshot in the guy's hand came from, I told them it was probably from a fight he had before he came here.Thankfully, I left the gun inside the cabinet, and they didn't find it.The policemen believed every single thing I said, of course.Some adults are really gullible and easy to manipulate.
If we think that children are innocent and know nothing about the world, think twice.
I'm kind of tired and exhausted witnessing deaths in my life, but it makes me somehow satisfied.Very satisfied.
"Bella!" Jameson called me right after the policemen finished asking me senseless questions.[Belladonna's Point of View] People say that November is when spirits come back to the world to meet their loved ones. I don't believe in ghosts. If there were any, I guess mom and aunt Melinda would haunt me right at this very moment. To be honest, ghosts aren't scary at all. Humans are a lot scarier, living life like dead people. I'm looking for an outfit to wear because Jameson asked me to a Halloween party tonight. I guess we'll go trick or treating to different homes just like what chocolate-faced kids do. Then I found this cute orange pumpkin dress with wings. It's not so attractive but acceptable enough, I guess. The police permitted me to go out as long as we wouldn't go far away from the neighborhood. I grabbed a lamp and a basket to place the treats we were gonna get. Should I get my gun? Nevermind. I went outside and saw Jameson waiting for
[ Belladonna's Point of View ]Another day, another reason for me to survive.The policemen already left weeks ago since they've been guarding the mansion, and nothing suspicious is happening for a month.Now that I'm all alone again, I feel like something's going to happen this day.I'm looking forward....Knock. Knock. Knock.Who's it this time? Now that the policemen left?Is it Jameson? He didn't visit me for days.I slowly opened the door and saw a familiar guy.It's the devil.He still has the guts to come into this mansion he abandoned?"Hi, Donna, my dearest daughter. Have you missed papa?" He uttered typically without even feeling a pang of single guilt.I just stared at him blankly since I didn't feel anything. Neither anger, despair, nor pain. Zilch."Won't you let me inside our home?"When he
[ Belladonna's Point of View ] The scorching sun met my skin as I awake from a deep sleep. What happened yesterday? Right, I told Jameson that my 'parent' was getting me, and he told me to call him anytime I needed help. Well, I don't need his help, but it might be of use. However, I don't have a phone. I started to pack my things up and bought the necessary items. Oh right, the gun. Sometimes, people give things to others that they will regret in the future. So never give anything you will regret. ... "There you are, Bella. Let's go! I'm sure you will be excited to see your new home." The devil came to pick me up. As I went outside the mansion, I looked back and smirked. That mansion is where everything began. I never spoke a word or two when the devil was driving his car. I feel like this car would
[ Belladonna's Point of View ] What the heck? There are cameras hidden all over my room. I also checked the bathroom, and there were some. Why did I only notice it now? Ugh! It's been three days since Angel placed these cameras here, but she's not coming home yet. That brat, I'll torture her once she comes home. I removed all cameras I saw and crushed them. This isn't good. "Hey, woman!" I went out of my room and called for the devil's wife. "Oh, Bella! You finally came out of that room! Come on and get some sunshine." "What are these?" I showed her the crushed pieces of cameras. She looked at it and looked back at me, then looked at it again and back at me. "Hahaha! It's just been three days since they started monitoring you, and you found those immediately? That's crazy!" "What are you up to?" "That's a secret.
[ Belladonna's Point of View ]Knock. Knock. Knock"Hey, Honey! Bella! Are you guys done already?"Finally, you're here, papa."Oh, hi Bella! Where's your mom? How did the business go?""Hmm, it's a success!" I smiled at him."You seem really happy. Why won't you let me in?""Oh, sure."I opened the door widely, and he was immediately startled by what he saw."Oh my goodness! Honey! Jessa! Jessa, who did this to you?!"He slowly looked at me with his eyes fuming in anger."You did this? Did you do this!?""Whoa, slow down, buddy. Yes, I did that, and what's the matter? Hahaha! Do you know her reaction was so funny? She's so scared and te-""Shut up, you little brat! We let you stay here for you to live a comfortable life, and you're doing this to us?!"Oh, my. Jackson's coming near me.
[ Jameson's Point of View ]I've never thought I would experience this kind of stupefying event ever in my life.Bella, she's been the first person I considered a friend - aside from my sister.I told her I would do anything to help her out. She's been experiencing a lot of traumatic and agonizing situations at a young age.One day, she asked for help from me. I was so happy because I could at least prove myself worthy of a friend.I'm a techy person. I can hack some websites and get information that isn't supposed to be revealed.Bella asked for help from me to gather information about Fatima, her stepmother. I just followed her because I didn't have any idea about what was up in her sleeves.After that, she told me to watch and record the maltreatment of her parents, but I never thought it would be and end horribly.I've seen everything. I don't know what to do
[ Belladonna Point of View ]I am currently rummaging my pink sling bag as I look for my class schedule. It's been a week, and I haven't memorized the schedules yet.My life wasn't boring in the past years because Jameson kept me company. I still don't consider him as a friend but rather a necessity. As long as he's by my side, I have someone I can control."Oh right, first class is Math," I whispered underneath my breath as I looked at the schedule.I was about to go inside the classroom, but I bumped with a very somber guy. He is wearing a black hooded jacket and converse sneakers. His hands were placed inside his pocket while listening to music on his Bluetooth earphones."Please look at where you're walking." I frigidly told him."Sorry." He glanced at me for a while and smirked."Geez," I mumbled.I went to my designated seat, particularly at the front near the windo
[ Belladonna's Point of View ] I pressed the keys of my phone as I searched for something involving psychology. I spent all my time researching how and why people feel emotions. Maybe, I should be a psychologist when I grow up. In that way, I could assess these emotions better. But isn't it better if people don't feel any emotions at all? These emotions are the reasons why people won't use their brains. It just makes people dumb. I sighed deeply and lay down on my lavender-scented soft bed. At some point, I thought it would be nice if I had emotions, but most of the time, I didn't want to feel those. I was born this way, and I'm sure there are many people out there like me. "Hi, Bella!" Jameson opened the door of my room and looked at me. He's still wearing his P.E. uniform. "Go out, you stink!" I rudely replied. He mocked me and closed the door again.