Cyber Bullying!!

Cyber bullying!!

Hi everyone! I’m having some issues across social media platforms where it appears somebody is either using anonymous messages or fake accounts to try and be very cruel to me. They’ve even attempted to make it very personal. I’ve had to log it with the police as it’s gotten that bad. And I’m pretty sure the anon-ask from this morning is linked to it, so I shall be taking that to into account too!

Just a reminder that cyber bullying is not ok. You never know what the other person is going through & what their mental health is like 😢😢. To try and target an individual in the most malicious way & use something they really enjoy to tear them down is sickening. Imagine if your actions caused somebody to commit suicide??? Would you be gloating then???????? Because that is the seriousness of your actions and the impacts they could potentially have on somebody.

This world is truly fucked up sometimes.

Have a Bruno Madrigal to lighten the mood. Because if everyone was as kind as him the world would be a better place 💚💚💚

Antonío: Who's your favourite sibling?

Isabela: Whoever I say between my sisters, I know they won't do the same so I'll just say cacti.

Camilo: Imagine having waltz as your personal song

Mirabel: Imagine having only a single chorus in a song between half of the family.

Camilo: I wish Luisa was the one to have Belén as a second name. This way we could not only use Isas for Luisa and Isabela, but also Bels for Luisa and Mirabel. Or even for three of them.

Cold sisters:

Isabela: Which one of us should hit you?

This is a message for the account that has been harassing me on here & through Instagram. Shame on you. Are you pleased with yourself?????? Because yes, I am broken right now. Your nasty behaviour was the icing on the cake of a huge battle of trauma I was already trying to fight my way through. I used Bruno, my stories of my self insert/OC as a way to cope and offer light during this horrific time in my life. Because I love him, he brings me joy and I relate to him. And right now it feels like you have torn this from me.

Hope you are happy! 👏🏻 For causing severe mental health repercussions as a result of your jealously & spiteful behaviour. I’m sure the Madrigals would be proud.

Hay que partir y construir su propio futuro

It wasn't getting better. She wasn't okay. She was broken and torn apart.

TW: Suicidal thoughts

Alma gripped her down, half sitting in the bed. Her heart kept bouncing back-and-forth, cracking inside her chest. She felt bad. Awful. A viscous feeling crawled inside her bones. Sick and pained agony that knotted her organs. It was dark. The solid shutters were closed tightly, not allowing the dark light to push inside the room.

There was a bitter taste on her mouth. Cold fingers stuck into her heart, squeezing it. The juice was coming out, disgusting and broken. Just like everything. Lifeless finders held her lungs tightly, not allowing her to breathe.

People had said the pain would go away. Like the paint washed off in the clean water. But it didn't work. Alma only felt this water getting more and more dirty. But her soul still was bedraggled. Torn like an old dress that could only be used as a floor rag. She remembered Pedro standing in front of her. Just one second ago. And then it all disappeared. Torn, broken. Never to be repaired. If you try to stitch it together it would just be torn at the seam even worse than before. If she closed her eyes, she could still see that river. She could feel a rough shore underneath her. The grains of sand digging into her arms. Feel her own screams tearing her throat

It wasn't getting better. It was never getting better. Something inside of Alma, something essensual for her to live wasn't here. It would never be here. Stains grew under her skin. Like a bunch of worms that couldn't stop wriggling. Always here to remind of the pain that ripped her brain in half. Claws that smashed her scull, squeeze out her eyes.

She didn't save Pedro. She allowed him to die. Was she any better than these riders that broke peace in their hometown? No, no. She really wasn't any better. Maybe even worse. They didn't know what a wonderful person Pedro was. But Alma knew. And she didn't stand up for him. She should've been dead. She should... Alma was worst ib everything. She was torn. Broken like that candle that she wanted to smash against the ground. But it didn't help. Of course. It always was here, never even melting. It was so hard to even look at it. Let alone rememver the meaning. A wedding candle that tied Alma to a useless piece of a thread. It strangled the tip of her finger, threating to chop it off. Cut into the meat.

Alma dug her nails into her wrist, so hard that the small patches of bruises grew from the pressure. She couldn't do this. She couldn't do this. She was wrong, she was broken. Shattered. She didn't feel better. She couldn't let go. The pain would never let her breathe. Never let her be Alma again. It was here, always here. Pedro's dead voice would never leave her head. Nightmares would never let her go. These when she saw her dear Pedro being slashed. Where no matter how fast Alma ran, she could never get closer to him. She could stand one hand away from Pedro, and it would be the biggest distance in the world.

She should be dead. She deserves to die. She's an awful mother, wife. An awful person. Pedro would be alive if it wasn't for her. Alma could've saved him. But she was too selfish. A coward that allowed him to die. It would be so much better if she didn't exist. Maybe go out amd drown herself in a lake. Heavens knew she would faint if she tried to stab herself (like Pedro was). But water at least held some symbolism too. It would be so much better for everyone She was an awful person. She was a broken plate. A stabbed cocoon of a dead butterfly. Maybe she wasn't even alive. Just a breathing corpse that rotted inside.

She should've been dead, she should...

Alma froze as somebody pulled her by the sleeve. For a second she felt her heart stopping.

"Mamí sad?" Julieta looked up at her. Both of her siblings were still asleep. But she was an earlier riser, already awakened before the sun could even come out.

Alma let out a shaking breathe. What was she thinking about? She wanted... She almost... How could she even think of leaving her kids alone? Make them orphans? God... She was a really bad mother. What if Pepa had found her body? What if Bruno didn't sleep for days because of nightmares if Alma wasn't here to wipe off his fears?

"It's okay, Julita." Alma pat her daughter's head, blinking back the tears. She couldn't die. She had to be dead, but she couldn't die. Her keds needed a mother. Their community needed a leader. Why was Alma so selfish to want an escape? She had to pay for the sacrifice. To make sure it wouldn't be spent on nothing. "Are you wake up already?"

Alma wasn't supposed to be alive. But she couldn't die either. As long as her kids connected her to the ground below. Tying her tight. It wasn't good. It didn't fix anything, but it was a reason of why Alma couldn't just die. The pain wasn't going to set her free. Allow her to inhale in a full chest. But she had to survive. Today and all the days after this. No matter how hard it was. Even if it felt pointless. She had to survive. For Julieta. For Pepa. And for Bruno. They didn't actually need her. But they didn't realize it yet. And Alma couldn't just torn it from them. Even if anyone else would be a better mother that she is. They were too young to understand it.

Alma wasn't supposed to be alive, but she must be alive. For their sake.