⚠️mentions of attempted suicide. do not read if you are not comfortable⚠️

A week had passed since Fina's emotional breakdown, and despite her family's best efforts, it seemed as though she was slipping further away from them. The bright, vibrant girl they once knew had become a shadow, a ghost in her own home.

Fina spoke little, ate even less, and spent the majority of her time locked away in her room, surrounded by the quiet hum of her own troubled thoughts. Isabella tried every day to talk to her, to encourage her to eat, to do something—anything—but Fina remained silent, her once expressive eyes now blank and distant.

It wasn't until one evening when the worst was realized.

Isabella had gone to check on Fina after dinner, knocking softly on her door. There was no response. The silence inside the room was unsettling. Hesitant, she turned the knob and opened the door.

The room was dim, the curtains drawn tightly. On Fina's bed lay a few sheets of paper—folded, carefully placed, and clearly meant to be found. Isabella's heart sank when she saw the words on the pages.

"I'm sorry for everything. I can't keep fighting this. Please don't hate me. It's better this way."

Each page held the same sorrowful message—notes for each of her family members. Fina had written them out, as if preparing to say goodbye.

Panic gripped Isabella as she frantically searched for her daughter. Her hand shook as she dialed Alessandro's number.

"Alessandro, it's Fina... she's... she's not okay. There are letters, and I don't know where she is. Please, we need to find her."

Enzo, who had been walking down the hallway, overheard the conversation and immediately sprang into action, gathering his brothers to search the house. It was Dante who found Fina.

The bathroom door was slightly ajar, and through the crack, Dante could see her—sitting slumped in the bathtub, her skin pale, her body unnaturally still. Blood dripped slowly from her wrists, staining the water around her.

"Fina!" Dante shouted, his voice filled with panic as he rushed inside.

He knelt beside her, his hands trembling as he checked for a pulse. It was weak, but it was there.

"Fina, please don't do this," he begged, his voice breaking. "Come on, love, you gotta hold on."

He didn't wait. He ran to grab his father and brothers, the urgency of the situation taking over. Isabella and Alessandro arrived moments later, their faces pale with fear. They quickly called for an ambulance as Enzo held Fina's head, trying to keep her conscious.

"Stay with me, Fina. Stay with me," Enzo whispered, his voice cracking.

The paramedics arrived in record time, swiftly taking control. Fina was stabilized and rushed to the hospital, her family following close behind, hearts heavy with guilt and worry.

At the hospital, Isabella and Alessandro stood together in the waiting room, their hands tightly intertwined.

"Why didn't we see this coming?" Alessandro murmured, his voice full of self-loathing. "How could we have missed the signs?"

Isabella shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "We were too focused on trying to fix everything. We didn't see that she was breaking."

Enzo paced nervously, occasionally glancing at his family. He hadn't spoken much, but his eyes told everything—he blamed himself for not noticing, for not being there for Fina when she needed him most.

A doctor finally emerged, her face serious but not devoid of hope.

"She's stable for now," the doctor said, her voice calm. "We've treated the injuries, and she's unconscious, but she should make it through. We'll have to monitor her closely, though."

Relief washed over Isabella and Alessandro, but the weight of what had just happened still hung heavy in the air.

"She's strong," the doctor continued. "But we need to help her, all of you. She's going to need a lot of support in the coming days."

As the family gathered in the sterile hospital room, the sight of Fina lying unconscious on the bed brought them to their knees. She looked so fragile, so far removed from the girl they knew.

"I'm so sorry, Fina," Isabella whispered, her voice breaking. "I promise we'll do better. We'll help you get through this. You don't have to carry this pain alone."

Enzo stood quietly beside the bed, watching his sister, guilt and helplessness filling him. "We're here, Fina," he whispered. "We're never leaving your side."

They sat together in the sterile white room, holding onto each other, praying that Fina would wake up—praying that they could still save her before it was too late.

The hospital room was cold, the hum of machines and the soft shuffle of nurses filling the silence. Fina lay motionless on the bed, her pale face barely illuminated by the dim overhead lights. Her family remained close, but a quiet sorrow had settled over them, and the weight of the past few days hung heavy in the air.

Isabella sat at her daughter's side, her hand gently resting on Fina's. She had barely slept, her mind spinning with guilt and worry. She couldn't understand how things had gotten this far. She kept replaying the moments before Fina had disappeared, wondering where she'd gone wrong.

Enzo stood by the window, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, trying to mask the pain he felt. He wanted so desperately to fix everything, to take away Fina's hurt, but he knew it wasn't that simple. None of them had realized just how deep her pain ran.

Alessandro sat next to Isabella, his hand gripping hers in a silent show of solidarity. They didn't speak much, but their shared grief was enough to keep them grounded in the present moment.

The hours passed, and Fina remained unconscious. It was hard for her family to believe she was still alive, still breathing after what she had done to herself. But just as the despair began to feel overwhelming, a small sound came from the bed—a soft, raspy breath.

Isabella's head snapped up, her heart skipping a beat. "Fina?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Baby, can you hear me?"

Fina's eyelids fluttered, and for a moment, it seemed like she might wake up. Then, slowly, her eyes cracked open, their gaze unfocused, as if she were trying to make sense of where she was.

"Fina," Isabella whispered again, this time more urgently. "It's Mamma. You're safe. You're in the hospital. We're all here."

Fina's lips trembled, a single tear slipping down her cheek as she tried to speak, but no sound came out. She blinked a few times, as if she were struggling to form thoughts.

Enzo rushed to her side, crouching down to meet her gaze. "Fina, we're here. You're not alone. Do you remember us?" His voice was thick with emotion.

Fina's hand twitched slightly, and she managed to give a faint nod. Her eyes were glassy, full of confusion, pain, and something deeper—a longing for the comfort she so desperately needed but couldn't fully grasp. Her thoughts were jumbled, and the events that had led her here were a blur in her mind.

"I—" Fina's voice cracked, barely a whisper. "I'm sorry..."

Isabella's heart broke hearing those words. "Fina, no. You don't have to apologize. We're just glad you're here with us. We're going to help you."

Tears streamed down Fina's face as she tried to sit up, but the movement was slow and weak, her body still recovering from the trauma. Enzo gently placed his hand on her shoulder, easing her back onto the pillows. "It's okay, you don't need to move. Just rest."

But Fina's mind was racing. The thoughts that had clouded her for so long began to swirl back into her consciousness. The kiss, the pain, the feelings of betrayal. Aiden. Sophia. Her broken heart.

"I... I don't know what to do," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I feel like everything's falling apart."

Isabella leaned closer, her voice soft and soothing. "Fina, we'll figure it out. We'll take it one step at a time, okay? We'll help you heal. You don't have to carry this burden alone."

Enzo, fighting back his own tears, nodded. "We're here for you, sis. Always. We'll get through this together. You don't have to do this on your own."

Fina closed her eyes, trying to gather her thoughts. She wanted to believe them, wanted to believe that she could heal, that this wasn't the end. But the road ahead felt daunting, and she wasn't sure if she had the strength to keep going.

For a long moment, the room was silent except for the soft beeping of the heart monitor and the faint sounds of the family breathing in unison.

Finally, Fina opened her eyes again, a flicker of resolve crossing her features. "I want to get better," she said, her voice a little stronger now. "I don't know how... but I'll try."

Isabella smiled softly, her heart swelling with pride and relief. "That's all we can ask for, baby. Just take it one day at a time."

And as Fina lay back down, her family gathered around her, their hands resting on her, their presence a steady anchor in the storm. They knew it wasn't going to be easy, that the road to recovery would be long and full of challenges. But they also knew that they weren't going to let her face it alone.

Fina might have been broken, but in that moment, surrounded by her family's love, there was a small glimmer of hope. And for the first time in a long time, she allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was a way out of the darkness.

a/n

sigh story is soon coming to an end yay