The Me You Can't See (H.S)

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il-lu-sion: something that is not what it seems, a deception.

My life has been full of illusions, full of deception, pain, lies, and half-truths. I thought I was over this, I thought it was behind me, that after everything I went through to get here I could finally be free and see things for what they are. See people for who they are, but once again it was an illusion, a lie, and no matter what it is I'm somehow always the one that has to pay the price.

I grew up as the eldest child to one of the most powerful and feared men in the world, the leader of the Satyr Cartel, Malcolm Satyr, a monster seen by a few but followed by all. . . dear old daddy.

See like my dearest father my existence was known only by a few trusted men and according to the government of well. . .I guess everywhere on this planet I technically do not exist. I was hidden in the shadows from everyone for my "protection", but if you ask me that's all complete bullshit. I was born for well. . . well I honestly don't know why I was born guess daddy couldn't wrap it up one day and I was a product of that god-forsaken mistake.

You might be wondering where my mother is but let's just say that my son of a bitch father decided to shoot her right between the eyes on my sixteenth birthday after she rebelled one too many times against him. And by rebel, I mean tried to stop him from beating me to death. I watched as he dragged her lifeless body by her hair and left her on my bed for me to "deal with it ."

Unlike most people, I prayed to God that he would kill her, I prayed every night for her to be set free from that poor excuse of a man. I had to watch for years as the light in her eyes slowly but surely dimmed down to nothing until she was a shell of a person and even after everything she was still there at the end of the night to brush my hair back and kiss me to sleep. I saw my beautiful mother cry and beg for an escape from the life she was trapped in and I'm so glad that she got what she wanted, she didn't even beg for mercy. . .she smiled. I just wish I got the same treatment.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back and I knew that I couldn't stay here anymore. I either got out or died trying, I was honestly good with either one. But me being me. . .I got out, but just not how you think I did.

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A/N:

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- O