The Outcasts Whirlpool

Chapter 8

She was standing in the middle of a small village where a boy kept throwing stones at her, his friends laughing, mocking her. She didn't know what to do, didn't know how to defend herself. She didn't have any friends, didn't have anyone to stand up for her. She was alone, isolated, abandoned.

She remembered the day the orphanage threw her out, the day the village drove her away. She remembered the taunts, the insults, the cruelty. She had been abused, had been ignored, had been neglected. She had tried to ignore it, tried to forget it. She had tried to pretend it didn't exist. But she couldn't. She couldn't keep lying to herself, couldn't keep living a lie. She had to do something, and had to act.

And with that, she took one of the stones and launched it at the boy, hitting him in the face. He fell on the ground, his nose bleeding, his eyes watering. He didn't have time to retaliate as Tayuya was already on him, kicking him repeatedly. She didn't know what came over her, didn't know why she did it. But she couldn't hold back, couldn't control it. She was overwhelmed with rage, with pain, with anguish. She couldn't contain it, couldn't stop it. And before long, she was surrounded by a crowd of angry villagers, their fists clenched, their faces contorted among them was the mother of the boy.

"What a horrible girl! You should be ashamed of yourself. You're nothing but a nuisance to this village. "The woman sneered.

Tayuya glared at her, her eyes narrowed, her small fists tightening. "Go fuck yourselves!"She roared.

The woman's face darkened, her lips curling, her teeth baring. "How dare you speak to me that way? No wonder your family did commit suicide after they first saw you."She hissed.

Tayuya's eyes widened, her expression shifting, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn't believe what she had just heard, couldn't comprehend what the woman had just said. She was stunned, she was shocked. She didn't know how to respond, what to say, what to do. She couldn't react, couldn't breathe. She felt as if her entire world was crumbling around her, as if her life was falling apart, as if she was falling apart.

"That's...not true..You're wrong!"She protested, her voice shaking, her tears streaming down her cheeks.

The woman laughed, her voice laced with sarcasm, her lips twitching with amusement. "Oh, please. Don't kid yourself, girl. We all know the truth. We all know what you really are. "She chuckled.

"No, no, no..."She cried, her body trembling, her hands covering her face. She couldn't accept it, couldn't believe it. She couldn't handle it, couldn't bear it. She felt like she was drowning, like she was suffocating, like she was dying. She was nothing but a mistake, a curse. She had no hope, no future. She had been cursed from the moment she was born. She had been cursed her entire life. She had been cursed ever since her parents had decided to have her, to bring her into this world. She was cursed to be alone, cursed to be misunderstood, cursed to be rejected, to be abandoned.

Her hand was tightly holding her flute, pressing it against her chest, her grip so tight that her knuckles turned white. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, a maelstrom of thoughts. She felt anger, she felt despair, she felt grief. She was overcome with hatred, with resentment. She hated herself, hated the world, hated her fate. She hated her existence, her presence. She hated that she was alive, that she was breathing. She wished that she had never been born, that she had never existed.

Her eyes were red, her skin blotchy, her body hunched forward, her shoulders slumping. She had never felt so low, so worthless, so empty. She couldn't face the reality, couldn't face the truth.

As the village started to pelt her with rocks, sticks and other objects, she fell to her knees, her hands covering her ears, her eyes squeezing shut. She couldn't take it anymore, couldn't endure it any longer. She wanted it to stop, and wanted the pain to end. She just wanted to disappear, to fade away, to cease to be.