Unwanted Mystery

Broken

Warning- $exual abuse & $elf harm
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Girl's pov:

Past-

His cold finger tips touched the hem of my blouse roughly, making his way up into my inner thigh. I shift uncomfortably on his lap, shutting my eyes, with little drops of tears coming down.

Please God... Please end this godforsaken tragedy... Please!

He runs his hands up and down the lining of my underwear, pushing them away. He rubs me in circular motions, grining at me, wanting a reaction out of me. I grunt trying to cover the disgusting pleasure i was feeling...

I hated my life. I hated the fact i couldn't control my emotions and how my body reacted to things. I hated the fact i was always wanted and not in an innocent way... A very eye gouching way. I hated my body being seen as the only good part of me. I hated being touched. I hated being stared at by people with lust filled eyes. It hurt. So much.

Most people ignore this feelings i have. They tell me "oh darling, you should be greatful men want you." Even my own mother rolls her eyes when i plead to her. And my uncle just smiles and sells me to old men that touch and grope me while he earns money from it.

I know your wondering... What about my dad. Well, my dad was something. He was amazing, his soul was so pure. He protected me from harms way until he stopped. He had died. He died from heart failure 2 years ago.

I missed him so much.

Since i was a little girl, i was different from my pairs. I had a faster growth. I was taller than others. My hair was thick and coarse but looked like a dark, frizzy, cloud. My breasts were growing larger than i could comprehend. My waist went inwardly, making my hips pop out with large curves & thick thighs, also my behind was full. And finally my skin. It was a dark chocolate colour, rich and smoother than a babys bum.

My face would glisten in the sunlight, exposing my light hazel eyes, and upturned nose with full lips.

Most people saw me and thought of my features as a blessing but it wasn't to me. Having good features made me feel gross. I always had  to cover up, making sure im revealing little to no skin and i was sick of it.

But i knew how this world was. Filled with evil, so i agreed to this degrading way of life and the only thing keeping me sane was my father.

He would defend me when my mother brought me down, he would cover me when perveted men tried to call me and he would always tell me beautiful stories and the fact i should embrace myself.

I loved him. But of course this life only wanted disaster for me and took him away.

Soon after my dad died, my uncle took me in. And because i was always a burden, he used me in despicable ways. He sold me. Let me get abused over and over again just for his own benefits.

I was messed up. My brain compressing into this thick ball of hatred and loneliness.

I would take ivory from my uncle's drawer, slightly piercing my skin and letting the dark blood drip continually. I continued. Slashing my wrist and shin over and over until my heart came in a short trance of peace. It felt bloody good.

Oh, how i hated men so much.

Another year had passed of my daily misery and i had quit. This shit had made me angry as a greek god without an earthling spouse.

I had to speak up for myself!

I was 15 now. Not even a bloody adult yet.

Well ayways, i was on a mission. A mission to escape this place. But how? I was only still a child.

Ignoring my thoughts, i gently walked to the front door of my father's study room. I twisted the rusty door handle, making it screech in a squeaky way. Stepping one of my foot in and dashing into the room.

I quickly open his shelfs, books, drawers, wardrobe. Anything, as far as it may contain a way for me to accomplish freedom or help me too.... I need it.

Just as i was searching and searching, about to give up, i see a square shaped thing. It was wrapped with leaves and visible enchanted chills.

I picked it up, staring confused at the thing. I set it down on a desk, and oh my go- it unravels the leaves covering it.

It was a dark brown box. The front laced with a caramel shadowed material, covering up imperfections, a beaded green ribbon hand sewn at the side of the box.

Absolutely gorgeous.

I opened it. A big ray of light appearing on my nose, causing a slight nose twitch pop out off me. I glided my warm fingers against the cotton filled wodden basket. Feeling such high aura, i closed the box back up, before i was caught.

As i was about to put it back, something flushed through me.

What was it... Well i'm not sure

I opened the box again and this time something caught me off guard.

There was a compass and a note.

I picked up the note and read it out in my head - The person reading this is my precious daughter. I am sorry of all the things you have to go through, i cant even protect you, i just found out i am suffering from a disease and dont have much time left. So i will leave this gift for you to take and keep precious in your heart.

This box is a sacred box, filled with strong magic for the chosen few to weild. And this box has chosen you. I cant explain much and you will have to figure things on your own. But just know... When you see this note, it means you have been called. So run. Take your compass and this box and run. Run until your legs burn and use this compass as your guide.

The magic within is for you. I trust you will fufill your fate and do the right thing with it.

Because you are chosen , you dont even need to practice. The magic has already evolved and enjoyed your soul.

You will have different task to accomplish. And when all is done... You will find your peace.-

I love you - father.

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Girl's pov:

Present-

I am 20 years old now. And my name's Naila Shehwill Duvi.

I am a trained magician on the run! How exciting is that...

Well as you can tell, i didn't have the happiest child hood and all... But thats okay because everyone can't grow up happy because this world would be boring.
 
We need a little conflict here and there. You know?

As i try to fill my hopeless life with ugly jokes, my hand now holding the box of spells i had been gifted.

A compass attached to it, leading and showing me the way. I was so ready. Ready to meet whoever was calling me. Calling me to help them. Wating me to guide them, give advice, a hug. Anything.

I wasn't sure on why i was being called. I wasn't sure why i was chosen. But i do know i would fufill my fate.

Showcasing me. My works, and most especially my heart.

My father had left me a gift. And i was going to use it to its fullest.
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