*You noticed there was no title to this one. But you didn't mind. Suddenly, a bad feeling swells in your gut. Why are you suddenly scared? You read it...*
Every waking moment is just the same...
Same old routine... Same old story... Same old fights... And same old story every time...
But maybe there is a part of my story I've left out a long time ago for the sake of protecting myself from my parents' eagle-eyed eyes and ears... Heh, how would they know? They only judge based on the fake looks and fake attitudes... the same fucking ones that I would always dress my fucking monstrous-self by...
As you can tell, my past is horrible... bullied as a child... raised to be like all those snobby sluty girls (no offense)... and never had real friends to tell anyone...
Every night, I can still remember that horrible day... I still bear those scars until now... Heck, I'll be honest with you here and now!
My. Life. Is. Always. A. Living. Piece. Of. Shit. Since. The. Very. Beginning. Of. My. Entire. Life!
Why? Well, let me start from the beginning...
My parents were always known as the perfectionists, since they grew up with the Chinese cultural influence... They would teach me to be responsible, obedient, and all that shit... Me? I didn't care if I wasn't perfect or that I was a bit insane in the membrane, but I can tell you, I have an eye for the details...
But I digress... They would always expect a high grade from me since birth, but no luck... I wasn't aware of that, but soon I was exposed to a little taste of how cruel humans can really be...
When I was four, I was walking out from the tutorial center when my dad left he door to the car locked, with me being locked outside... I asked for my dad to open, but he soon told me how useless I was... "You're too dumb to be called as one of our family..." That's was the one thing I remembered he told me... I cried and begged for him to let me in, but he was hardened not to give in...
I always wondered why fate decided to give me another chance... If I wasn't able to convince them that I can do better, I would of never be here by now... This memory still pains me till this day... I've never seen any kid of my status had a chance to redeem themselves after their attempts of abandoning me...
Since then, they began spanking me when I didn't do what they wanted... They treated me like I was a robot... Ordered around me like a robot... and made me act all cute and innocent while my parents take all they credit they don't fucking deserve...! And I hated it...!
They were able to fool others to thinking that they're the guilty ones, while I was left suffering and tossed aside like a discarded doll that can still be fixed under the right circumstances...
But that chance only happened once... Fucking once! And after that, I was never the fucking same! I was weaker! I had eye bags when I was in fifth grade! I never excelled in anything not related to arts! To them, I'M A FUCKING USELESS PIECE OF SHIT THAT IS TAKING TO MUCH SPACE!!!
But the reason why I would rather see them suffer like this, was because I was going to do revenge... revenge for hurting me at the most primal young age of childhood, eternally scaring me for life with a wound that can never heal or fix! I FUCKING HATE THEM! I HATE THEM! I HATE THEM! I HATE THEM!
... There were times I would wanted to curl up and die in multiple ways... Isolation... Starvation... A slit of a wrist or two... I was depressed 24/7 thanks to that little trauma!
But because of this revenge, I had to make up a personality to hide myself from... Bubbly... Happy-go-lucky... the traits of a child, are left within me... a girl who can never grow up because of trauma and pain...
Trauma... Pain... Those are two emotions I've grown numb to... I've built up so many walls to keep them away from me, I've already forgotten which one to knock down before the next... I've never felt love... In fact, I can't feel anything... They mean nothing to me...
And maybe... just maybe... if you tip me pass the edge hard enough... I might end up doing the worst ever possible thing to you... You'd never know, I've been to far gone to be saved once again... not that it matters...
... Do you really think you can save me...?
Hehehehehehehe...! Hahahahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Foolish one! No one can save me now...! Besides, I've already said it earlier. I'm too far gone to be saved.
Well good luck, but beware, it goeth before the fall...!
*You shuddered as you read the page. That didn't sound like a story. It sounded like the rumblings of a madman!*
* 'Are you okay...?' You wondered with concern.*
*You wanted to ask, but you held it in. It might be a sensitive topic to touch since they never mentioned this.*
* 'Best to leave it alone for now...' You thought to yourself*
*You checked and found a date at the bottom. "Oct. 02, 2017". Curious, you looked at the date of the first story you've read. "Mar. 06, 2016" is what it said. You remembered in the back of your mind that you're warned against looking at the exact dates.*
* "They're not really as accurate... I tend to jump back into it when I find the inspiration once again." They told you.*
*You just couldn't shake the feeling that these ones have their exact dates written on them. It looked rather old, but there were unmistakable tear marks on the paper. Maybe you can ask them once they come back... You searched once more and find another paper to read...*
YOU ARE READING
Library of Untold Stories
FanfictionI've written countless tales, stories that never got told... I always kept them beside me, even though I've lost a handful of other great stories. Now, I wish to share them with you before I regret it. And who know, from deep within the countless li...
