SHOOTING STARS, h. rindou

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CHAPTER TWENTY
built to be an angel with thorns

tw : mentions of human trafficking, child abuse, arson, abduction, assassination and more violence that can trigger traumas. be cautious and you had been warned.

(a/n : this will get a little bit dramatic, so here we gooo!!)

SOMEONE’s POV

I was ten and I've been a slave ever since I was a kid.

I was just living my childhood life in a peach orphanage where child, like who has no home, stays in this orphanage to get feed, to get dressed, to learn and many more.

Not until a black organization burnt my one and only home.

Kids burnt, blazing red flames flashed right before my eye. And there, I saw many guys harshly pulling the kids who's still alive from the fire.

I was crying, asking for mercy, but none of them heard my cries.

The smoke then made its way to my nose, inhaling it until it made my vision, blurry. Until I had no chance to live and passed out.

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I woke up, in a room, with many children are in the same spot altogether.

I tried to stand up but I felt chains wrapped around my feet, I moved my gaze to my toes and I guessed it right. One of my foot were being chained for I don't know what reason.

But why am I experiencing this?

I'm too young for this...

"Hey, you!" The man who looks creepy with so many tattoos on his face, holding a wooden bath as he pointed it at me. I looked around if he's really referring to me, and the kids showed nothing but fear, shivering in fear.

"Yes, you! Dumb shit." He said and then pulled my hair, I could only whine in pain. My throat hurts because of drought. My stomach, grumbling because of heavy hunger. The guy continued to pull me by hair, as the sound of the metal chains screeching through the cold hard cement floor, echoed through the deepest corners of the hallway he's walking through.

He stopped at a dark rusty door and opened it, he then pulled me up by my arm and threw me inside. I stumbled and tripped to the floor, I hissed in pain, tasting the dripping blood from my nose.

"She's the right girl for the job." The man said infront of me, who is standing also infront of a guy in his formal attire. The man in formal attire stood up, and went towards me as he grabbed my chin harshly, forcing me to look up and face him.

The man has a very daring piercing green orbs, he then smiled at me and lets go of my chin.

"She's the one. Blindfold her and make sure she's not going to escape." The man said and then later, two men wrapped a fabric cloth to my eyes and one for my mouth. I tried to move but I failed when I felt tight ropes tied around my wrists.

I felt weak, I felt like there's no chance anymore for me to live any longer.

After being blindfolded, I felt them carry me to a vehicle when I smelled the familiar scent of a van. Because of exhaustion, my body began to gave up as I drifted to wonderland.