A girl sitting on the floor, tears streaming down her face. A phone rings in the background.)

Boy 1: (answering phone) Yeah?

Voice on Phone: (over phone) Hey, is My princess there are you her friend?

Boy 1: (smirking) Oh, you mean this loser? (looks at the girl on the floor)

(The group laughs)

Boy 1: (into phone) Yeah, she's right here. (pauses) No, she can't come to the phone right now. She's too busy being a crybaby. (laughs)

(The group laughs louder)

Boy 1: (hangs up phone) Haha, look guys! Someone actually called her "My Princess"! (group laughs)

Girl 2: (grabbing the girl's hair) You think you're a princess? You're nothing but a joke!

(Girl 2 slaps the girl across the face. Boy 2 looks on, unimpressed)

Boy 2: (shrugs) I don't like her. She's always crying.

(She grab the girl's arm and drag her towards the window)

Girl: Look outside, it's so beautiful. You wanna see from nearby?

(She pulls the girl closer to the window, a sly smile spreading across her face)

Girl: Come on, get a better look.

(The girl's eyes widen in fear as she realizes what's happening)

(Girl pushes the girl out the window)

Window shatters as the girl goes through it.

The girl bursts on ground..

The group erupts into laughter, making silly faces and mocking the situation. One of them chimes in, "Guess that's one way to get rid of the trash!" Another one snickers, "Literally!"

suddenly police sirens get louder, and one of the group members yells, "Ohh, run guys, run!" The group scatters, rushing out of the building as fast as they can.

Meanwhile, the police arrive and find the girl lying on the ground, bleeding heavily from the fall. They quickly call for an ambulance, and the paramedics rush to the scene. They carefully load the girl into the ambulance

and speed off to the hospital, trying to save her life. The police start investigating the scene, looking for clues and witnesses to figure out what happened.

The doctors rush the injured girl into the operation room,

their faces set with determination. "She's in critical condition," one of them says, "we need to act fast."

The girl's sister bursts into the hospital, tears streaming down her face. "What's happened to my sister?" she cries, desperation in her voice. The doctor's expression is somber as he replies, "She's in the operation room, we're doing everything we can." The sister collapses onto a upstairs, overcome with emotion, and breaks down in tears.

The police officer approaches Carmela, his expression stern. "Do you know what happened to her? Did she say anything to you?" Carmela hesitates, then begins to explain. "Actually, when I called her, something picked up the call and answered, then hung up. They must have been messing with her..." The police officer's expression turns skeptical, and he looks at Carmela with disbelief, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Messing with her? What do you mean?"

Carmela's voice trembles as she continues to explain. "They said... they said she's a loser..." The police officer's expression remains skeptical. "We didn't find anyone else around the scene. It's possible that it was a suicide attempt." Carmela's face contorts in anguish, and she lets out a loud, desperate scream. "Noooo, it's not! My sister wouldn't do that! You're not listening to me!" Her eyes well up with tears as she pleads with the police officer to believe her.

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Carmela's body shakes violently as she sobs uncontrollably, her heart shattered by the news.

The doctors emerge from the operation room, their faces somber. "We're sorry, we did everything we could, but we couldn't save her."

The police officer asks, "Did you notice any marks on her body that would suggest foul play?" The doctor shakes his head. "No, I think it's consistent with a fall. It looks like a suicide attempt."

Carmela's grief turns to rage as she grabs the doctor's collar, her eyes blazing with anger. "You're lying! It's not the truth!"

The police officers rush to restrain her, pulling her away from the doctor. Carmela's screams echo through the hospital corridors, a heart-wrenching cry of despair. "Ahhhh, why didn't you believe me? Whyyyyy?" Her voice fades away as she's pulled further away, her body limp with grief.

The police officer's expression turns cold as he declares, "It's suicide, case closed."

Carmela's eyes flash with anger and desperation as she grabs the officer's collar. "It's not! You're lying! I know they gave you money!" The officer's face twists in annoyance, and he growls, "Shut up, you girl."

Carmela's face contorts in anguish, and she screams at the top of her lungs, "Why did you do it? The officer turns his back on her and walks away, leaving Carmela devastated. She collapses to the floor, her body wracked with sobs as she screams and cries, her grief and anger pouring out in a raw, anguished wail.

The doctor emerges, his expression dismissive. "She's psycho... I know her, it's her habit to say anything and do anything. Maybe her sister attempted suicide because of her."

Carmela's eyes widen in horror, and she lets out a loud "Nooo!" before slapping the doctor's face. The doctor's eyes widen in shock as he holds his cheek, and he tries to restrain Carmela. But she's beyond consolation, screaming and struggling against his grip. The police officer steps in, his voice firm. "If you scream here again, I'll put you in jail." Carmela's screams continue.

The police officer leaves, and suddenly a convoy of cars arrives at the hospital.

A group of men, clearly bodyguards, emerge and surround a distinguished-looking older man. He walks into the hospital, his eyes fixed on Carmela, and says her name in a cold, authoritative tone. Carmela's expression changes as she looks up at him, and she whispers, "Grandfather." The older man's demeanor softens slightly as he approaches Carmela, and he opens his arms to hug her, offering comfort. "Don't worry, I know you're strong. Don't waste your tears."

Carmela buries her face in his chest, and he holds her tightly. As they stand there, the doctors wheel her sister's body away on a stretcher. Carmela's eyes follow the stretcher, and she wipes away her tears, her face set in determination. She looks up at her grandfather and says, her voice firm, "I will never forgive them."

The grandfather's eyes lock onto Carmela's, his gaze piercing. "You know, not all light is good, and not all dark is evil." His words are laced with a deep understanding, and Carmela's eyes search his face, trying to grasp the meaning behind his enigmatic statement. The grandfather's expression is a mixture of wisdom and sorrow, as if he's sharing a truth that's been etched in his heart for a long time. Carmela's eyes remain fixed on his, her mind racing with the implications of his words.

The grandfather's hand rests firmly on Carmela's shoulder, his grip warm and reassuring. "Turn pain into power," he says, his voice low and resolute. His words are a gentle yet firm nudge, urging Carmela to channel her grief and anger into something stronger. Carmela looks up at him, her eyes searching for guidance, and the grandfather's expression conveys a sense of determination and resolve. The weight of his hand on her shoulder feels like a transfer of strength.

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Carmela stands beside her sister's coffin, her grip tightening around the wooden edge as she whispers, "I never forgave them." Her eyes burn with a fierce determination as she adds, "And now I'll show them what a real psychopath looks like." Her voice is low and menacing, a stark contrast to her earlier grief-stricken cries. The words hang in the air, a chilling promise of revenge, as Carmela's gaze seems to bore into the coffin, her heart heavy with sorrow and her mind consumed by a burning desire for retribution.

The grandfather places a hand on Carmela's shoulder, but she shrugs it off, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I don't want any pity," she says, her voice firm and resolute. The grandfather's face breaks into a smirk, and he says, "I like your attitude. I was sure you're the same as me." His words are laced with a hint of pride and approval, as if he's recognizing a part of himself in Carmela. The grandfather's eyes gleam with a knowing intensity, suggesting that he understands the depths of Carmela's emotions and is willing to support her unyielding spirit.

The grandfather's words are a lesson, a mantra that he imparts to Carmela. "I'll teach you how to be strong, stronger than no one can break you," he says, his voice filled with conviction. And then, he adds, "And remember, don't accept loyalty from others... create your own." His eyes seem to bore into Carmela's soul, as if he's instilling a code of conduct that will guide her through life. The words are a mix of warning and advice, suggesting that true strength comes from within and that loyalty is something to be earned, not given. Carmela's gaze meets her grandfather's, and it's clear that she's absorbing his words, preparing herself for the path ahead.

Carmela's eyes gleam with determination as she looks at her grandfather, her voice cold and calculated. "I show them who I am?" she repeats, her tone dripping with menace. "Now it's my turn to torture everyone." The words hang in the air, a chilling promise of revenge and chaos. Her grandfather's expression remains unreadable, but a hint of approval seems to flicker in his eyes, as if he's proud of Carmela's newfound resolve.

The grandfather's words are a statement of fact, a declaration of his intentions. "So now you're staying with me in my mansion, because I'm your grandfather and you have no one," he says, his voice firm and authoritative. Carmela nods, her eyes still fixed on her sister's body, her expression a mix of grief and determination. The grandfather's words imply a sense of ownership and responsibility, as if he's taking Carmela under his wing.

Carmela sits in silence, lost in thought as memories of her sister flood her mind. She recalls her sister's sweet moments, her infectious laugh, and her innocent face. Tears well up in Carmela's eyes, and she feels a lump form in her throat. As the tears roll down her cheeks, she wipes them away with the back of her cold hand, the gesture a mixture of sadness and numbness. The coldness of her hand seems to contrast with the warmth of her emotions, highlighting the turmoil brewing inside her.

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