expecting me to freak out, but I didn't. I just

we talk to you," Jason said to me. He has been trying to make me talk to him. But I don't. He even do

ause I fell down but because my

the closet to change it. It has become the norm for me. Beatrice and Jenny always do all sorts of things to hurt m

any part of my body outside since it's full of bruises. I don't want to be asked questions about why I

oom, started my day, and ign

and I trust that sometimes it becomes a total disaster. I hope it doesn't happen today. We hear

ary. I enjoy working here most because I get the opportunity to read some books without my boss knowing bec

lly here; I am running late

and I have always loved reading books on history. I planned to study history and i

believe in things that are not real? My grandma does tell me stories about them, and they all end up being interesting, but I didn't feel like reading them. I just wen

rm on my phone. I quickly went to return the book, having in mind that I was going to continue the

anyone was staring at me, but I didn't see anyone doing so. I was kind of scared,

ow me to work here anymore. "Sir, did I do anything wrong?" I asked, almost crying. "Do you want me to explain the reason why you can no longer work here

bs because the customers complain a lot about

the fresh air before going to the mansion. I

eling the same gaze on me again. I quickly took the bus so I could feel at ease, but it didn't w

d. My whole room was a mess. What happened here? I quickly rushed to the place where I

angry. What the hell? I rushed into the house and was met with two strang

came to make dinner; I am sorry I distracted you."

st needs to eat, you know,

I decided to take the food to the dining room before calling

n they can come to pick me up when I am asleep. What the heck? Which father does that to his child? I was shocked.

nd told them their food was ready. I was about to leave when I heard one of the stranger

t; she has always told me to keep it with me no matter what. One day I am going to find some answers in it

for sure: tonight I will leave this house, and nothing's going to stop me. I quickly removed my pocket knife fro

ely brother? It's not fair, you know." I didn't reply to h

and stabbed his two legs. He screamed in pain. I ran out of the room and went straight to the gate. I met with the security and tol

I ran immediately. I don't even know where I was going, but one thi

I was going to start living with them that day. When I refused, my dad slapped me so hard that I saw stars that day. I first thought my dad hit me beca

o stand. She didn't look at me for one second b

n't wait for more beatings. If my dad also meets me downstairs, he is going to find one thing or anoth

nd damn it, I forgot to take my breakfast. I

spend four hours. Then I go to my last part-time job, where I deliver pizzas to different h

on the train, still being vigilant about my environment. Not long after our journey started, I watched as I left the city. I spent nineteen years of my life with my face fil

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t back to me. "Welcome to City Y. I hope you have a nice time here," he said, moving to the next person behind me. I saw some people moving out of the train,

food. I tried to find somewhere cheap but couldn't. I went into the restaurant and saw it to be very quiet. I went to order the food I needed. It was quite expensive, but

hurry because I hadn't eaten anything since two days ago. Af

ng for a place to

it someone and poured the whole coffee I was holding onto them. I heard the person say he m

sake, watch where you are going,

brought his hands close to my face, and I flinched. I covered my face so he wouldn't hit me. I waited for a few minutes but didn't feel any

Some minutes later, he came closer again and hugged me, sniffing my hair. I tried to push him away for two reasons: one because he was holding the part of my body that was hurting, and two. Af

yeballs were now deep blue

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