Scarred Heart

Chapter 1

Lina's Pov

"You're nothing, you insolent child. How dare you touch my belongings!? You're like that useless father of yours." I heard these bitter words from my mom.

To say those words didn't hurt would be me lying because they did.
It didn't matter that I got used to it.

I felt a sharp pain on my head, and I can only guess that either my mom or sister hit me. I know this because my head has apparently become their favourite spot.

They always tell me I am a useless, brainless child, and it required constant hitting so I could get back to my senses.

I fell to the floor, and I lost sight of my surroundings for a couple of minutes.

"You're nothing, Lina; don't you ever forget that. The only reason you're living well is because we are merciful. Don't forget every good thing you have; we gave it to you. If I were you, I would be more grateful and respect mom more, but you are not."Krista said as she laughed in a manner that was evil before she snickered.

When did I ever disrespect her? I respected her all the time. The reason I was holding mom's necklace was because it was on the floor and I was trying to keep it safe.
My kind suggestion is disrespectful to Mom.

What was I supposed to do? leave it on the floor? But if I did, and Mom didn't find it, then I would be a thief. Arghhh! Why is life so complicated? Actually, why is mom so complicated?

"Krista, don't waste your time on this useless child." I heard Mom tell Krista as she dropped the bat, which was used to hit my fragile head. Mom held Krista's hand as they left my room.

I sighed. They left me bleeding, and I could tell I was badly injured. Tears run down my cheeks.

Why did they hate me so much? This is a question that often comes to mind, but I never get an answer.

I only wanted a family that loved and understood me. I thought as I cried some more. A soft, painful cry came out of my aching throat. I roughly wiped away my tears.

"Breath in and out, in and out," I told myself to keep my emotions together. I wish to know why a mother would reject her own child and treat her so badly. I have only loved and cared for them, but it seems that wasn't the case for me on their end.

"Lina, you better get out here and start cooking!." I heard Mom shout at the top of her lungs. I stood up and went to the kitchen before I angered her further, knowing the consequences.

I went to the kitchen, took the stool, and sat down as I started washing the vegetables to make the evening meal. I start peeling the potatoes as I put the already-peeled ones in a bowl of water. As it dissolves the dirt, I finish peeling the rest so I can clean them all together. I put it on the stove as I took a clean cooking pan and added some cooking oil. I fried the cut onions till golden brown.

I work to ensure I serve dinner on time, or I will have to go hungry again. I won't mind a small amount as long as I can eat before the cycle continues again tomorrow.

I know the first chapter is short, but it's just the introduction. You will get longer chapters on the rest.
Till next time, bye.