The story of a reincarnated villainess.
"It's your life now."
Sometimes we find peace in our constant suffering, sometimes we break free of our suffering,
but sometimes, we escape to a foreign land were, where newfound family becomes our own.
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Right, how did I manage to forget such a big portion of my life, how could I forget the fact that I actually died. My father left shortly after I was born, mom worked all day or raised me and my brothers and after coming home she would mostly be in her room drowning herself in alcohol. We always moved from one place to another, hoping things would get better. There was no proper job for mom in our situation. So she took whatever she got, from working at restaurants, working at supermarkets, working as servants, polishing shoes, painting, there was nothing she didn't do.
Mom was often stressed and drunk and she needed something to let her frustration out. When I was young it was mostly my second brother but slowly I turned into someone she let her frustration out. I accepted it as it was something normal. The people in school always gave me weird looks of always being covered in bruises. Some pitied me, some mocked me and for some, I became the new toy to bully.
As children, none of us siblings got proper guidance. They often never came back home. The elder brother was a bit understanding but slowly he changed too. When I came to an age of understanding, I realised that I was blamed for our father leaving us. A useless brat, only a waste of space. Still, I hoped for something good, some change.
And then I met her, a normal girl who was a little too curious. She was new at the high school where I used to study, so it was not normal for her to see a student come to school bruised up every day. She would visit me every day at lunchtime with many ointments and bandages and patch up the bruises. I only watched her silently and let her do whatever she wanted.
Slowly I opened up to her, she would sit there with me all day and listen to whatever stuff I said. She always started by my side. I, who never knew how to laugh, learned it after I met her. It felt nice to have a friend. A family. Suddenly, she kept recommending books to me and from then on I often borrowed books from the school library and read them.
But as their family had to move away, she left the town shortly after we became close friends. Before she left, she gave me a book, the one which was the best selling at that time. 'The heart full of Stars.' Though the villainess was really pitiful. The story was nice. The book always reminded me of her.
But for a person like me, I shouldn't deserve happiness. But I craved happiness, I wanted to move out as soon as I turned 18, get a job, finish my studies and live a peaceful life alone. It was my dream that I wanted to fulfil.
Soon my mom passed away and left me and my siblings in the hands of her boyfriend who was good for nothing. He abused me for fun. Every day, his abuse would go on until my body would feel numb or I would pass out.
"Stop!"
"Please!"
"It hurts! Please stop!"
"Stop!"
My screams, I remember them unlike everyone who ignored them.
And just like that one day, his abusiveness crossed the limit. My body almost went numb to all that pain until I felt the sharp piercing pain take over my body and all I saw was that bloody broken bottle of alcohol and a face filled with satisfaction. I stayed on the cold floor until I bled out and died. No one came for me or tried to save me. All those screams and cries were ignored that night as the world muted me. Did I regret dying before I could fulfil my dream? Yes.
