Nina Chime, a sixteen year old girl, dealing with many differences that others take advantage to. It's not her fault she's this way, it's more her mum's, Cheryl Kim, as she never raised her as she should've done.
Nina agrees to a 'friend' to venture...
I woke up one morning to my parents screaming and shouting.
Once again, it was 6am. I will never know why that time was so popular.
But every time they fight, they can be more than just verbally aggressive and abusive. Sometimes they can be physically abusive too.
It was always ongoing, for hours on end which felt like an eternity.
This had been going on since I was maybe six or seven, I am not much older. I am fourteen now, but it still felt like so much longer.
I was twelve when this occurred. One minute they were fighting, the next minute it was silent.
That never happened when they would fight.
So I gathered every nerve in me to go downstairs and check it out.
I walked out of my bedroom with my dark blue pale blanket, only wearing an oversized shirt my mum had gave me. It was orange with the words Love forever written on it with fancy font.
I walked down the creaky stairs, making a lot of noise, as I took a sharp left to the living room. The light was off, normally it would be on.
Confident me, I turned the light on.
The platinum coloured light revealed my parents' bodies lying on the floor in a pool of blood. It was on a newly bought rug, plain but perfect white. Turned to blood red.
My eyes widened at the sight of my parents. I lost balance and fell to my knees as I sobbed every tear out from my eyes.
She was holding an old looking lantern in her left hand as she laughed freakishly at me.
"You were more easy than my last."
What does that mean? Was what I questioned at the time.
I tried to speak but my mouth had some sort of fabric occupying the ability. I was sat on a wooden chair, my hands tied behind it and my legs tied against the front two legs of the chair.
Internally, I felt calm. Externally, I was freaking out.
"Shh, relax child. Now that your parents are gone, we shall take care of you."
At the time, I trusted it. I regret it now.
My vision was covered once again by the black bag as I was carried to a different place. I was untied from the chair but was tied back up immediately so I did not escape.
I was then sat on a painful wooden floor as the bag was removed from my head.
A guy was stood in front of me, completely naked, as he was masturbating in front of me.
At the time, I did not know what he was doing.
He soon removed the dirty fabric from my mouth and shoved his manhood in my mouth.
I screamed, though only him and I could hear, so I bit it as hard as I could.
He removed it from my mouth immediately. I had then felt a burning sensation on my cheek. I placed my hand over it as it stung more. I started to cry. He had slapped me.
"Weak!" he spat at me.
He then got down to my level and shoved his manhood in my womanhood.
That was when I realised I was stripped naked.
I screamed out in pain as he shoved it further and further inside of me.
After he started thrusting, I had grown dizzy from all my screaming that I must have passed out.
When I awoke, there was this white stuff pouring out of my womanhood.
To touch, my womanhood was in extreme pain and felt swollen I have ever been swollen. Tears were to my eyes faster than I could think.
At the time, I did not understand what had happened but I know now.
He used me.
He, or someone else, always came to me to release their tension or build up for sex.
It went on for a year.
I thought I would never get out until she came, my rescuer.
She had heard of my disappearance from rumours that apparently spread. She was honest and did not believe them to begin with.
Until it clicked, a year later, she knew my parents as her parents were friends with them before they passed. She remembered my parents ended up having a child, me. That was when she knew those rumours were true.
So she had set out for days, weeks, months just to find me. And when she did, I was not in the best state.
When she found me, I was wrapped in chains against a cold wall. I was still stripped but bruised and abused in many ways such as sexually. I was knocked out from a drug at the time but apparently she cried at the sight of me.
Her butterflies helped her break the chains and she carried me all the way back to her castle.
