"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍, it's cute," I compliment draping my arms around his neck.
"You think so?" He asks.
"Yes, yes I do."
"Only for you then tesoro," he pecks my jaw.
When he says that I feel my heart do a million f...
"Better to fight for something, than to live for nothing" - unknown
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MY MOTHER always told me I was strong-minded when I was very young.
You've got the power to overcome anything, ya' never let anyone get to you she'd say.
Hearing things like that makes your heart jump a hundred times, hearing things like that makes you believe that maybe I am strong enough to overcome anything, hearing things like that makes you think that maybe I am powerful.
Her words have stayed with me since then of course...
But right now? I don't feel so powerful? I dont feel like I can overcome the situatiom that I'm in now.
I'm tired, drained, lonely and very dependent on not making it out of here alive, whether it's my soul or body.
I grew up with a fire building up with each year that came ahead of me. The type of fire that helped me run and escape from anything. It gave me passion, courage, love, hate. Life.
That's the one reason I never hated my father.
Because I found that I was just like him. Determind.
He may have turned his back on me and sold me when things got hard for him. But it taught me- he taught me how to fight.
Even if it had to be him I was fighting in the end.
That brings us into what I'm doing now.
Fighting him.
Fighting for my life, fighting for the small little fire that's never left even though I've tried to get rid of it.
"Give up Zamira, you're not going to win," he's straddling my lap, his blood dripping down onto my body.
Compared to him I'm small and fragile.
So he's right.
I wasn't going to win. But the fire in my heart couldn't stop.
I had to believe in myself and take in the little chance of hope and try to beat him.
To beat the demons with his voice inside my head.
"Fuck you," I cry.
"I hate you. You blamed me for my mothers death knowing damn well it wasn't my fault. You sold me because you're a pussy and can't stand that I look like her". I punch his face and push him off of me.
