Filled With Water

   "You don't belong."

They laughed as they hit, slapped, and violated her.
                    
"You shouldn't be here."

Why did she have to move here?
 
"Lazy, idiot, selfish."
                  
She was sickly, unable to do anything or help. She just rested in her warm bed with fevers instead of lumbering outside like the rest of them.

"You messed up our lives."

Her father was right, if she wasn't born or existed, her 'parents' could have been rich and famous, living the luxury.                    

"Go back where you came from."

Was there anywhere left to go?

There was.

The lake was always so peaceful.
Those annoying children never bothered her.
She was free to admire the view and beauty.
Then it hit her.

No, not metaphorically,
But physically.

The rocks pounded on her skin, tearing and ripping away flesh.
She gasped for air as one boy wrapped his slick hands around her throat, blocking her airways.

That was the last straw.

Nobody would care if you died.
No one actually liked you.
It would be perfect if you left.
Get out of my sight.

             The voices rang through her head, never ending.
                 She could feel the blade cut through her flesh.
                  All she did was smile at the blood
                       piling around her.       
Her conscience and common sense yelled at her, called her                                       vile things, begging her to stop.

She ignored it.

Everyone laughed joyously during the festival, no one cared about her existence.
Except one.

When she first laid eyes on him during the festival, she swooned. The man looked around her age, black hair, and oh so gorgeous eyes.
She thought it was love at first sight.

Then he violated her, took her innocence and threw it in the dumpster.
Took her fragile mind and body and broke it into more, tiny pieces.
As if that wasn't enough, he sent her to death's door.

The day was sunny and warm, and she huddled, frightened, under her predator's roof.  
She listened to his footsteps, and didn't dare to breath as he walked past her.
She heard the footsteps stop.
She held her breath.
He connected their eyes.
His anger soared off of him.
He grabbed her by the waist, and turned the bathtub on. Her eyes became wide, as she knew this was not a good sign, he was never kind and would never allow her to bathe, scrub her skin till she was raw. Try to get the dirty feeling off her skin.

The water grew in the bath.
Higher and higher it went.
As it neared the top, the man handcuffed her.
Tied her up.
Strapped her to the drain.

And left her to die.

She tried to breathe, but only water came in.
She tried to hold her breath, but only water came in.
Her lungs became filled with water.
And, like that,

Arabella Daniel was dead.

—— A/N ——
So I know that I did not reach 500 words, and was 25 words shy, but I consider this a success. 475 words is extremely close to 500 words, and I did not want to drag the story on, making it become horrible.
Anyways! Hope you enjoyed! These words ( Depression and Water )
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