Warning- Mentions of Abuse and poisoning

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It was a warm, golden morning, the kind where the sun's gentle embrace made the world feel alive. Birds sang their morning songs, and the rustling leaves whispered secrets to the wind. It was the kind of morning where children played outside, their laughter filling the air with joy. Who wouldn't be happy in such beautiful weather?

But inside a grand house, surrounded by lush gardens and the illusion of a perfect family, sat a girl with haunted eyes, curled up in the darkest corner of her room. The golden morning did not reach her here.

Chi Chi, a girl of barely twelve, sat with her knees drawn to her chest, a book resting on her lap. Her delicate hands, small and frail, trembled as she turned the pages. Scars ran across her arms and legs, hidden beneath her neatly pressed school uniform. Only the unblemished parts of her skin—the parts the world was allowed to see—remained untouched, as if to preserve the facade of a perfect life.

People say that those who love books do so to escape reality. For Chi Chi, that couldn't be truer. She loved stories about kind families, warm homes, and unconditional love. After all, doesn't a person crave the things they are denied the most?

Her quiet world was shattered by the sharp creak of the door opening. A woman, elegant in appearance but wicked in heart, stepped inside. Her eyes, filled with contempt, locked onto the small figure in the corner.

"Oh, my dear Chi Chi," she cooed, her voice dripping with venom.

Chi Chi didn't look up. She knew better.

A cruel smirk twisted the woman's lips as she strode forward and grabbed the girl by her hair, yanking her forward. Chi Chi bit her lip to keep from crying out, but her small whimper of pain did not go unheard.

"Always so quiet, aren't you?" the woman sneered. "So obedient. That's why you lasted this long."

She shoved a spoonful of food into Chi Chi's mouth, forcing her to swallow. The taste was off—bitter, metallic. Instantly, fear gripped her chest.

She knew.

Chi Chi struggled, trying to spit it out, but a harsh slap sent her crashing to the ground. She gasped, her vision blurring, as laughter echoed above her.

"Oh, don't worry," the woman chuckled. "It won't kill you right away. No, this one is special. It works slowly, eating away at you bit by bit. By the end of the week, you'll be gone. And the best part? No doctor will ever be able to detect it."

Terror froze her limbs. Her body shook uncontrollably as she stared up at the woman who had given birth to her, the one who was supposed to love her. Instead, she looked at Chi Chi as if she were a burden, a pest that needed to be exterminated.

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The woman crouched down, stroking Chi Chi's cheek in a mockery of affection. "So please, my dear daughter, do me a favor and just die, alright?"

With that, she stood up and left, humming a tune as if nothing had happened.

Chi Chi sat there, staring blankly at the floor, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel the poison coursing through her veins, its presence like a ghostly whisper in the back of her mind.

She was going to die.

A child's life was supposed to be filled with love, warmth, and dreams of the future. But hers had always been filled with suffering. And now, it was coming to an end.

But... did she want to die?

Minutes passed in silence. Then, slowly, Chi Chi clenched her fists, her trembling body stiffening with determination.

No.

If she was going to die, then she would not go quietly. If she was going down, she was taking them with her.

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Chi Chi arrived at school with her usual bright smile, masking the storm raging inside her. She walked past her classmates, greeting each one with warmth. They all adored her, calling her their 'little angel' because she helped everyone, no matter what. Even when she had no one to help her.

Her classroom was her sanctuary. A place where she could breathe, where she could pretend—just for a while—that she was normal. But today, even that comfort felt distant.

The moment Mrs. Johnson entered the room, Chi Chi's heart pounded. Her fingers dug into the fabric of her skirt as she forced herself to focus. Doubt crept into her mind. What if her teacher didn't believe her? What if no one did?

No. She had to try.

The bell rang, signaling the start of break. As her classmates gathered around her, offering food and chatting happily, Chi Chi smiled and declined, slipping away unnoticed.

She stood outside the teacher's room, hesitating. Her hand trembled as she raised it to knock.

A moment of silence. Then a voice. "Come in."

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open and stepped inside. Mrs. Johnson sat at her desk, looking up with a kind smile.

Chi Chi stood still, her lips pressing into a thin line. The words wouldn't come out. How could she possibly explain everything? How could she say the things she had never dared to voice before?

But then, her vision blurred, and a single tear slipped down her cheek. And with that, the dam broke.

"Please save me."

Mrs. Johnson's smile vanished. Alarm flickered in her eyes as she stood up, her tone urgent but gentle. "Chi Chi, what's wrong?"

Tears continued to fall as Chi Chi finally spoke the words she had buried for so long. Words of pain, of suffering, of nights spent trembling in fear. She told her teacher everything. And with every word, Mrs. Johnson's face darkened.

By the time Chi Chi finished, the teacher's hands were clenched into fists, her whole body trembling with anger.

Without hesitation, she pulled Chi Chi into a hug. The moment her arms wrapped around the girl, Chi Chi winced, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. Instantly, Mrs. Johnson pulled back, her eyes scanning the child's frail form.

"Did they hurt you before you came to school?"

Chi Chi hesitated, then gave a small nod.

Mrs. Johnson cursed under her breath. She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. "We're going to the nurse's office. Now."

Gripping Chi Chi's hand tightly, she led her out of the room. Students stopped and stared as their beloved 'little angel' was led down the hall by a teacher with an enraged expression. Whispers followed them, worry evident in every gaze.

In the nurse's office, Mrs. Johnson knelt in front of Chi Chi, her voice softer now. "Sweetheart, I need to see your injuries so we can treat them. Can you show me?"

Chi Chi hesitated. But then, slowly, she unbuttoned her jacket, revealing her arms.

The room fell silent.

Scars. Faded, fresh, overlapping. A story of pain carved into her skin.

Mrs. Johnson pressed a hand over her mouth, eyes brimming with unshed tears.

This wasn't just a cry for help.

This was a child who had endured hell and still smiled.

And now, she would finally be saved.

But that was only what she thought.