"Mama, I want my tweddie" 4 year old Angelina says to her mother, with her voice cracking.
"Shut up!" Beatrice, Angelina's mother, shouts back, as she grabs Angelina's tiny arm in her hand harshly and shoves her into the arms of an unfamiliar man.
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"Is it bad that I'd rather burn a whole city down than let the people I love, die. Does that make me a monster? Does that strip away my humanity? If so, I'm the devil."
TW ⚠️⚠️: slight depictions of torture
Flashback : 6 years ago _______ THIRD PERSON POV:
"I hate you, I hate you so fucking much!" I yell, or so I think I do. My voice is so low, and I'm beginning to see things...either they're hallucinations, or my reality.
"You can't" she responds, and I feel a little piece of me crack even more. A tear. One. Single. Tear.
She takes one of the many tools on the table beside her. She comes closer to me, and at this moment I want to rip her to shreds, I want to rip my own skin off. I feel so disgusted and angry, I feel so much, that is hurts...
So I shut it off. I stop caring... and for the first time I'm my life, I'm finally at peace. Even if my body is broken in so many ways. Even if I've been shattered long ago.
Because in this void of emotion, I find solace. I find the comfort no one has ever given me.
But then again, all good things pass.
All happy instances turn into foreign dreams,
All friends become clouds that drift away in the sky.
And everything that I've felt, becomes painful...
Just like the torture...
Just like my brain, it hurts to think. And I hate the hurt. So when the monster in front of me knocks me out...I don't get mad anymore. I welcome the darkness, the familiarity. The solace. The pain. And I finally become one with myself, with my scars, with my past, and it all slowly fades into oblivion. As I finally get a break, a very short break...
Flashback Over
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ANGELINA'S POV:
As I exit the grocery store, carrying three bags of groceries . My eyes are suddenly covered by two hands.
I drop the bags, and quickly rip the unfamiliar hands off my face, and as I turn around to discover the identity of the perpetrator. To my relief, I'm met with a friendly face. Sebastian, my bestfriend.
"Sebastian!" I scold him, "Why the fuck would you do that!?!" He shrugs.
"It's not like it would kill you or anything." He jokes out. Sure...couldn't kill me.
