My lost happiness

Chapter 1: Pain

Alessia Valentino

"You little sh*t, you can't even do a single thing right," says mam as she slaps me across the face. I crash on the floor. Then she hit me again, saying, "I see you're being a bad girl." "You need to be punished, huh?" My heart began to tremble upon hearing the word "punishment," as a flashback to the past emerged. I got punished a day ago for getting up late and not making breakfast. Even though I don't know how to cook. They didn't care. All they need is a reason for punishing me. They would simply beat me till I passed out. I do not want to be punished again. I began to shake my head, indicating 'No'.

"What's happening?" My heart begins to race as soon as I hear the voice. "Oh honey, you came back at the right time." "Why, what this little trash do this time?" sir asks, giving me a creepy look. I had to suck my breath in because of that." "I told her to do the dishes, but instead she broke my fancy plate," Mam angrily yells, glaring at me.

"Ah, I see. It seems that you were not appropriately punished the last time, you little sh*t. You are acting like a nasty girl once more. Don't worry. I'll punish you severely this time so you won't even consider being a bad girl again." He grabs my hair and drags me down to the basement. Tears are streaming out of my eyes by now.

He drags me to the basement and smashes me on the ground. Then he began to kick me in the stomach. "It seems like you need to be punished all the time, or else you can't do your job well." I whine in pain. After a couple more kicks, he suddenly pauses and starts taking off his belt. I start to tremble more when I see this. He begins whipping me with the belt and says, "This time I will show you what a real punishment is." My eyes begin to well up with more tears, but I stay silent. Since he will hit me more if I make a sound. "You nasty girl, take it. You deserve this. It is your fault that you were born," he shouts, striking me more. 

He stops striking me after what seems like an hour or two and says, "I guess you got your punishment now. Are you going to do it again? Will you ever again be a bad girl?" I give my head an uncomfortable shake. "You pathetic thing can't even talk," he utters before disappearing. leaving me bloody and scarred on the ground.

I make an effort to stand up. But I can't do so because of the excruciating pain throughout my body. I can feel my eyes growing heavy. I remain motionless and begin to wonder why this is the way my life is. Why am I not as happy as other kids? However, I am unable to do anything about this. For as long as I can remember, I have been this way. I was abandoned in an orphanage after my birth since my biological parents didn't want me. I was placed in foster care by the orphanage. My current foster home is my second one. I have been here for a year now. It wasn't so horrible in my first foster home. If I messed up, they would just hit me a couple of times and ignore me. Also, they would feed me once a day. Here, they beat me till I pass out and refuse to feed me until they believe I'm going to die from starvation. They believe I am a mute, so they are not worried about someone finding out. Yes, I don't speak. Many people believe that I am mute as a result. I am not mute, though. Something inside of me simply prevents me from speaking. And I just prefer to remain in this way. 

I'm sorry for the short chapter. Hope you guys won't mind. Please comment if you like this chapter or not.