Let's live another day in hate

      Furina somehow held on to her shaking legs, gripping the wall tightly, and leaning over the sink, into which, not for the first time, she spat copiously flowing blood from her mouth. She was once again powerfully hit in the face. But the "stupidity" seems to be really knocked out — she couldn't even remember what exactly she was hit for.       Over Furina, who was writhing in pain, Arlecchino, leaning her elbow against the wall, loomed threateningly — the culprit of Furina's profuse bleeding. She falsely-gently put her hand on Furina's back, lightly stroking her, but not even thinking to move in order to help her. When the blue-eyed girl finally had a profuse hemorrhage, and she limped powerlessly, resting her head on the sink faucet, Arlecchino's grip turned sharply black, and she put Furina on her feet, although she saw that it was very problematic for her to stand.       Whimpering, and with trembling legs, she looked up at Arlecchino, now leaning her palms on the sink. The red crosses of the pupils in the middle of the pitch-black iris widened slightly, showing the contentment of their mistress. — "Well done. But I don't need to whine here." — Arlecchino's voice was again deceptively soft, and despite the meaning of the sentence inspired some kind of trust. Furina said nothing, somehow keeping on her feet and not taking her eyes from Arlecchino — it was scary to do this.       Arlecchino abruptly pulled Furina to her, squeezing her even harder. Long nails dug into the tender skin of her back, but Furina silently endured, because she knew that if she dared to cry or object, it would hurt even more. — "If you ever dare to do something like that again, no matter in the company of anyone, or only in front of me, I swear, I will make you drink your own tears." — Arlecchino's voice turned black. Furina had goosebumps running down her aching back.       Arlecchino abruptly pushed Furina away, and she hit the corner of the wall. The tormentor hurried out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her, while Furina slid her back down the wall, sinking to the floor. A new batch of tears flowed from the already tired and tear-stained eyes. Furina was crying again. She did not repeat her mistakes — she cried silently, and carefully watching the sounds behind the door separating the bathroom from the rest of the apartment. There was only one thought in my head — how did it all come to this? Why? Why is everything happening like this?       The image of three years ago rose vividly before Furina's eyes — one of her first dates with Arlecchino. Arlecchino looks as in love as Furina, laughing sweetly. Furina is not afraid to make an extra move, which can cause anger in Arlecchino. Furina sees a support, protection in a girl with rather strange eyes.       These memories cause a new flood of tears, and Furina puts her head on her knees. Now, years later, she genuinely didn't understand why everything was like this.       She wanted to escape, to get as far away as possible and as soon as possible, to forget it all like a terrible dream, but Furina understood that it would not work. Most of her property is registered in Harlequin. Her family and friends trusted Harlequino more than they trusted her. The police? Haha, the perfect way out, especially when Arlecchino's older brother is the city attorney. There's no way to escape — they'll find her. There really is no way out of this situation.