Chapter 1: Forgotten Past.
“And we cry.”
"Why does it hurt so much?"
I cry as I’m shaking, as I’m hungry and I am lonely.
Where is everybody? I’m alone, I’m alone! I’m alone!
“I’m alone forever aren’t I?” I cried out. I’m shaking; I’m hungry. I’m lonely AND alone. I don’t have anyone! Do I? Tell me I’m wrong! I beg you, m-mummy and daddy hate me! I k-know it!
“QUIET! You little piece of shit!” One of the guards screamed at me as he hit me, as he hit me with something sharp, I cry, because I am in pain. What the heck did I do to deserve this? I try to be the perfect girl they want me to be. I try, but it’s never enough! I want to be liked, but no one does!
Instead, they hate me for a reason I don’t know of.
I’m shaking so badly, it's so cold in here... I'm so scared. I look up as I see a door open, light streamed into the dark room. A man walked across the room as when he looks at me, he shots me a cold glare.
What did I do? I’m only seven years of age.
He was wearing a suit, a grey striped suit as he spoke the following words. His voice was laced with venom as he shot me a nasty glare. “You’ll never be loved! Never!” Those words. Why does everyone keep on saying that? I winced as I closed my eyes, I.. I hearing some sort of rattling.
I am soon grabbed roughly by someone as the person drags me out of my cell.
Locks of my golden blonde hair flowed in the wind.
“P-Please l-let me g-go!” I pleaded; he merely scoffed. “No, you worthless brat!” At his words, I cringed. I’m p-polite? I’m b-being p-polite are-en’t I-I? Saying p-please?
S-Saying p-please is b-being polite? Right?
Before I know it; I’m thrown in front of my mother and father. “M-Mother?” I winced as I cursed myself for stuttering. I heard a deep chuckle emit from my father as he stares at me with those cold eyes of his. “Now... Now... Kitty cat. What have I told you about stuttering? Hm?” I’m shaking still. I take a deep breath, trying to calm down. Once I've collected myself, I answer my father.
With my head held high, as I know from learning it the hard way...
He doesn’t like it when people don’t look him in the eye when he speaks, or talks to someone. “Stuttering is a sign of weakness. It shall not be tolerated in this family. With or without reason. Stutter and you shall be punished.”
I said, as he nodded, pleased? I don’t know. I can't figure it out, I cannot figure it out EVER.
When I’m around, he’s barely pleased to see me, hear me. Let alone even talk to me. “You have a neeew sister.”
And with that, my world froze.
“What?” is the only thing that comes out of my mouth, as my father shots me a glare, my mother scowls, and I get hit.
TO BE CONTINUED