Garcia stood in front of a cracked mirror in the small, run-down apartment where her family was now staying. The reflection that stared back at her was almost unrecognizable. She wore a long, faded Poko gown, a gift from a kind stranger who had taken pity on her.Her once glossy hair was tied back in a simple ponytail, it was far from the luxurious styles she used to wear. She took a deep breath, trying to muster the courage she needed for what she was about to do.She turned away from the mirror and walked into the empty rough room, where her parents were huddled in a corner, lost in their thoughts. The weight of their situation seemed to hang heavily in their minds, and Garcia felt a pang of guilt.It was her decisions that had brought them to this point. Her father looked up as she approached. "Garcia, where are you going?" Her mother’s face etched with worry, added, "Is everything okay?" Garcia forced a smile. "I'm going to try my luck with Harvey. I need to see if he'll forgive u
Garcia finally arrived at Harvey's mansion, her feet aching from the long walk and her heart pounding with anxiety.She took a deep breath, preparing herself for what she would be expecting. The door opened, and she found herself with Harvey’s security guards, two burly security guards stepped forward, blocking her path.Their stern expressions made her stomach churn with nerves."Can I help you?" one of them asked, his tone indicating that he was certain she didn't belong there."Please, i need to see Mr. Harvey," Garcia said, her voice trembling. "Please, help me. it's urgent."The guards exchanged skeptical glances. "Master. Harvey doesn't see just anyone," the other guard said. "What's your business with him?"Garcia felt her heart sink. She had expected this. "Please," she begged, "it's really important. I need to apologize to him. It's about my family."The guards remained unmoved. "Master Harvey is a very busy man," one of them said. "You should leave."Desperation clawed at her
Garcia's rejection by Harvey left her shattered. The level of her mistakes and the reality of her circumstances bore down on her with severe pain. She was a shell of her former self, consumed by guilt, shame, and despair.The days that followed were a blur of misery. Garcia stopped eating, her once healthy body was gradually becoming gaunt and frail. She couldn't bring herself to bathe or even change her clothes, all the efforts put together by her family seemed insurmountable. Her hair, which was once meticulously styled, hung in greasy, tangled strands around her face. Her parents watched in helpless agony as their daughter deteriorated before their eyes. "Garcia, please," her mother pleaded one morning, after preparing breakfast but she didn't see, rather she began to cry. "You should have to eat something. Just a few bites."Garcia barely glanced at the plate of food her mother had placed before her. "I'm not hungry," she muttered, her voice was hollow.Her mother’s eyes were fill
Garcia's condition showed no signs of improvement. Her parents, Eloise and Michael, did everything they could think of to help her out of her depression, but nothing seemed to work. Day after day, Garcia would sit in the same spot, staring into space, completely disconnected from the world around her.Michael paced the small empty living room, with his face etched with worry. "We've tried everything," he said, his voice heavy with despair. "She doesn't eat, she doesn't sleep, and she doesn't talk to us. What more can we do?" Eloise, who was seated on the worn-out sofa, nodded slowly. "I don't know," she admitted, tears welling up in her eyes. "We can't just give up on her, but I feel so helpless."They had tried reaching out to their former friends, hoping that someone might be able to offer advice or support. But every door they knocked on was firmly shut. Those who had once been close to them now avoided them, unwilling to associate with a family that had fallen so far from grace.O
Garcia's depression had reached an unbearable peak. Each day felt like a heavy burden, and she could no longer see a way out. The constant pain and regret consumed her, making her feel trapped in an endless cycle of suffering. Her parents' efforts to help her seemed futile, and she felt herself slipping further into darkness. One night, as her parents slept, Garcia made a decision. She couldn't continue living this way. She couldn't endure the pain any longer. Quietly, she crept out of bed, careful not to make any noise that might wake her parents. She knew they wouldn't understand, and she didn't want to face their pleas for her to stay. Slipping on a pair of shoes and grabbing a coat, she silently opened the front door and stepped out into the cool night. The streets were deserted, the silence broken only by the occasional distant sound of traffic. Garcia walked with the intention of ending it all, her heart pounding in her chest as she made her way toward the bridge that spanned
The asylum was not the place of healing Garcia had hoped it might be. Instead of feeling better, her condition seemed to worsen each day. She began to exhibit signs of severe mental instability. Her once bright eyes were now empty, and her conversations, when she spoke at all, were filled with incoherent ramblings. Her parents, Mr. Michael, and Eloise visited her regularly, their hearts shattering more with each time they visited. On one particularly grim day, they found Garcia sitting in a corner of her room, rocking back and forth, mumbling to herself. The sight of their daughter, who once had so much life and potential, reduced to this state, was too much for them to bear. "Garcia, honey, it's Mom and Dad," Eloise said gently, kneeling beside her daughter. "Can you hear us?" Garcia looked up, her eyes were not truly focusing on her mother. "Mom... Dad..." she muttered, but there was no recognition in her voice, no connection to the reality around her. Mr. Michael couldn't hold bac
The night was dark with silence but was broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves outside their temporary shelter. Lewis couldn't sleep. He couldn't stop thinking about their situation.The suffering in their family was something he couldn't ignore, and Lewis knew they had to do something drastic to change their situation. For how long can they endure such a harsh situation? He would have to do something either by hook or by crook.He looked by his side, his father was still sleeping. He had to wake him up. They needed to think and find a way out. "Dad, wake up," Lewis whispered, gently shaking his father's shoulder. He didn't want to wake his mother up.Mr. Michael groaned and rubbed his eyes, sitting up slowly. "Lewis, it's the middle of the night. What's wrong?"Lewis took a deep breath. "Dad, I have something on my mind to discuss with you.”Micheal gazed at him deeply wondering what was wrong. When Lewis was able to get his full attention, he continued. “We can't go on like
After a few minutes of being hopeful that Tom was going to deliver a good job, he came back saying he couldn't do it. Leaving Lewis and Micheal confused and angry with no option than to continue their search again.Mr. Michael and Lewis woke up early, feeling more determined to find the right person for their plan. He couldn't give up.The city streets were already rushing with activity as they ventured out, inspecting the people they saw on the road.They needed a person who could act convincingly, someone who wouldn't shiver in the presence of Harvey and could speak confidently without fumbling.Their first stop for that day was a nearby park where many homeless and struggling individuals gathered. Mr. Michael and Lewis approached a group of men sitting on a bench, sharing what little food they had."Good morning," Mr. Michael greeted them, trying to sound friendly and approachable.The men looked up, their eyes wary but curious. "Morning," one of them replied. "What do you want?""We