Ever since I was a child I had been treated as though I was nothing but trash to step on and push around. As though I was beneath everyone and, in a way, I was as I was born in Argos to a poor family being my father and mother, Bion and Chara of Argos. My father used to be a blacksmith, however, during a fight between a buyer and his boss, father was pushed into the embers. His entire back and arms were horridly burned as well as the right side of his face.
Due to his appearance, none wished to hire him and we were left with nothing. My father's temper grew and he soon turned to drinks, spending the last of what we had. Life seemed extremely dim and there was nothing we could do except try and survive. My mother took to going into the streets and trying to look for work, but she had no such luck. In the desperate times, I saw no other choice and taught myself to steal and fight, becoming quite the thief although I only stole when we were on the brink of starvation, which seemed to be occurring more often than not.
As the years went by my father became more aggressive and would strike my mother and myself. However, soon he took to just hitting me as he believed that it was somehow my fault that we were suffering. Mother would try and stop him to no use and he would beat me till I was bloody and broken on the floor. She did this for the first month…but then I noticed she was beginning to look at me differently. There was no longer love and adoration but malice and disgust and soon she began to just stand by and watch with no emotion. She was now on my father's side and believed that it was somehow my fault.
I remember the first time she hit me as though it occurred just yesterday. I was eight years and I was sweeping the step outside our small shack that we called home. Mother had just come back from the well and had placed the buckets next to the step. Unknowingly I had swept all the dirt and filth from the step into the buckets, contaminating the water.
Proud of myself for finishing my chore, I ran inside to tell her. "Mother! Mother!"
"What is it Callidora?" she asked irritated. No noticing, I tugged on her dress and pulled her to the door "I finished my chore Mother! I sweeped the whole step all by myself, come look."
"Alright I am coming" she sighed and followed after me. Reaching the door I pointed and looked up at her with a large smile, "see Mother?"
At first her face had held a small smile but as she looked over the step she noticed te now dirty water inside the buckets. Slowly her blue eyes turned dark and turned to me with anger, "Look what you have done you stupid child! You have ruined the water I have brought back!"
My eyes watered as she shouted at me, mint green eyes looking down at the floor. "I-I am sorry Mother, I did not mean t-"
However, before I could finish her hand came down across my cheek knocking me to the ground. "You are nothing but trouble, now I must walk all the way back to retrieve new water all because you were too stupid! I wish I had never had such a stupid and worthless daughter like you"
I sobbed as I laid there on the ground, watching through tears as she dumped out the water and made down the dirt road that led to the well.
From then on out, my mother joined my father in beating me for small things such as not sweeping well enough or taking too long to cook supper. This continued to the day of my eighteenth birthday, it was also the day that my life changed forever.
My name is Callidora and this is my story.