Marbella had been through too much. Too much. After three months after giving birth to her, her mother died from 'complications' while in the hospital. Her father struggled to raise her, working multiple jobs at a time. Until the men of darkness came in the middle of the night, murdering him. Marbella had woken up that day to blood. Blood, everywhere. Her father's body wasn't even recognizable. When she saw the scene, she had screamed until she lost her voice. The police had her write down what she had seen because she couldn't talk.
After that, Marbella went to live with her aunt and uncle. They stayed alive-for a few years. They had arguments which only escalated as the time grew that Marbella stayed with them. Finally, Marbella's uncle snapped. He took a knife and tore Marbella's aunt to shreds with it before he shot himself in the head in his room. Marbella had to go to the police again, telling them what had happened.
She went to her mother's grandparents. They were strict and uptight, keeping Marbella inside the house most of the time and gave her some of the best tutors. But staying with them wouldn't last. Marbella's grandmother died of a heart attack a few months later. Then her grandfather's leash on her grew tighter. She couldn't go into the garden and only stayed inside, never to go outside. Tutors were fired and she was taught by her grandfather or online. But this, too, wouldn't last. Marbella's grandfather had a tumor due to cancer, which finally killed him before a cure could be found.
After leaving the police station for the third time, Marbella didn't cry. She pushed her shoulders back, kept her head held high and told herself: "carry on."
Her last, and current stay is with her father's parents. Marbella hoped, hoped so much on the train to the town they lived in, that this time it would be different. And so far, it was. She arrived safely, walking to the small, cozy cottage where her grandparents lived. The first month she was starting to adjust, and the second, she felt safe and warm.
She woke up on the first day and went to her mirror sitting on the surface of her desk. And a scream ripped through her throat. Her eyes had turned all black, except for her red pupils. Her grandparents tried to help her, giving her contacts before finally going the easy route with sunglasses. But unknown to all three, more about Marbella has yet to be found out.