✓Mr. Brando.

July 19, 2013.

The days pass with it, every second that I spent locked up in this room makes my confidence, my dignity and personality fade away, I know that I have changed, every second, every minute and hour I am leaving that extroverted and sociable Lette that I once was.

My resentment and sadness are what keep me alive, but seeing your photo instantly makes me see that I have no reason to live.

If I try to die here with my aunt at home, I have to make sure I don't fail, because she will see to it that I don't stay alive on the second attempt.

Each day that passes, the more it hits me, the skinnier I feel and I can't cope alone. Thanks to the small kindness that Tamara has with me, I have been able to achieve less abuse.

"Tamara, your mother will be here soon, please go close the door for me." She rolls her eyes.

"I will never do that, nor will I lock you up," he says, refusing.

"Do you want me to kill?" I say nervous.

"No, but I don't want to lock you up," she says denied.

"Then do it, please don't make me hit myself." I say walking up.

"I hate you Lette, you don't know how much." She says angrily.

Tamara locks me up properly, I sit in the lonely room waiting for a new day to come, I want to get out of this house that has me suffocated I want to escape but I can't until I reach my majority.

After an hour or two, Tamara walks into the room, I glare at her.

"You're crazy, you shouldn't be here." I say angrily.

"Mom has sent for you, there is a guy who wants to see you. "I look at her confused." She says to put on a sweater to cover yourself.

I shake my head, I'm not going out. My instinct says it's a trap.

"Please, I don't want Mom to hit you please." I see her face and I feel afraid.

But the truth is, whoever is down there wants to see me and obviously doesn't want their mom to get into trouble.

I put on a giraffe neck sweater, it's from Rose. I curse Rose a thousand times, and the man who was in the house.

I walk slowly down the stairs, when she got to the living room my aunt was so gleaming that I couldn't believe it, I heard how she laughed so carelessly, I felt nauseated by that hypocritical action. I get closer to the place, I did not notice the male figure but when Tatiana sees me and points to the man in a suit, he turns to my direction instantly my hands clenched, so much so that I was afraid that my own nails would dig into the palm of my hand.

"Hello Colette, how are you?" he asks without further ado.

My aunt made a sign for me to answer her, but she was never going to do it, first dead. Anger had clouded my mind and without wanting to contain myself I brought out the worst in me.

"Get out of my house, now!" I yelled loudly.

My aunt shot me a deadly look, but I wouldn't allow this man in front of her to mock my father or me so cynically. Before dead, because if I am honest with myself, I would be giving him permission to come into my life and disrespect my late father.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention to ..." I interrupt him.

"Fuck you, you, Rose and your family." I shouted again, having Mr. Brando in my house makes me lose my sanity.

I almost run towards the door of the house, I open the door with great anger, this feeling had consumed me whole and the only thing I could do was vent to one of the culprits, I was not interested if my aunt Tatiana was beating me to death but this I wont allow it.

"Does it come out or do I take it out? I don't care who you are, but you're dead to me. Now get out or call the police and tell the whole damn thing!" I shout loudly, I realize that outside my house was full of the men who took care of the safety of this Beast.

He leaves, his face is still calm, but that could be a sham, I still didn't care. all I wanted was for him to get out of my life as fast as he could.

Tatiana's face was a poem, I didn't know what to do, of course I had caught her off guard leaving her completely lost, the man hesitates a bit but seeing my reaction so abrupt and Tatiana's disorientation, he has no choice but to leave the house, when he finally leaves my house, I close the door with a slam that was heard throughout the urbanization.

I automatically fall to the ground sobbing, I felt empty inside, scared by what I was becoming. It was simple, I was turning like a zombie, I was alive, but feeling absolutely nothing.

"What have you done, you piece of Bastarda?" Tatiana says furiously. "Do you know who he is?" He's my boss, now you'll come out and apologize.

"I won't do it, aunt." She comes to me slapping me on the face, but magically it doesn't hurt. "Do you know who he is?" I say, laughing like a lunatic.

She denies, obviously she didn't know who he was. But not only did I see confusion on his face, I also saw fear when I saw that he laughed for no reason. Tatiana knew that her slap hadn't hurt me, it was killing her inside.

"He's Rose's lover, for he killed my father. Don't ask how I know." she covers her mouth, denying what I've said, "Whether you want to believe me or not, that doesn't matter to me."

I had been rude, I knew it more I would not apologize for that, not knowing that the blows of this woman had no effect. He lunged to hit me harder, but magically I feel nothing, no pain. I just don't feel it. I think this is what they call "Living Death."

I don't need to know what sitting on the ground here, this woman in front of me has lost her mind, I hear Tamara's screams saying to stop, but she doesn't.

It is one blow after another, the interesting thing was that I did not feel any of them, it passes a while more and I feel tired, I close my eyes listening to distant screams that I do not understand.

I am prepared to die, who would say that this man's visit would do me a great favor.