Evelyn was an amusing girl, hanging out with friends and living her best life with the man she deeply loved. But suddenly found herself in a hospital room, realizing she's been in an induced coma for her past six months.
Her sense of disability lea...
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*Trigger warning*
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On 25th November, 2003.
In Moscow, Russia.
Mikhail Kirril was born.
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He had a sweet father who loved him from his deep heart, always wanted to take care of him, play with him and raise him to be a better man. A man who fights for his own life without having to lean on others. He never wanted for him to be the man he was, he never wanted him to be gutless or fearful. He never wanted him to be deceitful, fraudulent or misguided like he once was.
He wanted to clear his past sins by raising his own child to be someone merciful, who's worthy of love, worthy of living, unlike his father who was once a criminal.
Though, Mikhail's mother was merciless and abusive. She wasn't as kind as his father. That's because she was an alcoholic who always placed drinking above all of her other obligations, including her own son.
She always felt regretful that she gave birth to him, she even wanted to a get an abortion once she knew she was pregnant with him, but she never dared to. Not when his father was there to keep her sane from her own mental illness.
She would scold him, castigate him and blame him for letting her give birth to such a child who she thought was totally useless and a burden to them.
His father made sure to never let him see that side of her, to keep him out of sight. Although it was hard to conceal. It was hard to store away her hatred for him, especially when she sometimes lost control and started to beat him up, his father would always push him aside and ask her to hit him instead. She would delightfully accept his sacrifice, every single time.
Even though he was little, Mikhail knew very well the kind of mother he was destined to have. But he was never able to hate her, he would always hope she recovers and be in a healthy state to give him the love he deserved. Slowly that hope turned into sadness, as she never gave him the hint of her recovering or ever loving him.
He started to fear her, sometimes feel pity for her. But he also tried to gain her love that was never born.
He'd fail every time.
When he turned five, his mother decided to get rid of him and give him to the orphanage. She got too sick of him that she felt so proud handling those five years having him in her house, even though he wasn't dissentious, even though he never talked much that they thought he was mute, she still found him a heavy burden.
