UNBREAKABLE SOULS

Chapter 1

"I'm Sorry mother, I'm SORR- SORRY, please. I'm sorry. I won't do it again, please, please. Please don't lock me again in the basement. There's monsters who call my name. Please, please, aghh—STOP TOUCHING ME; I won't do it again I will get 100% next time, please, mother I was only 3 marks away; please I- I got th- the second highest." I pleaded as my own guards dragged me towards the basement. My stepmother was not far behind wearing a frustrated smile that had more than a hint of evil. Not again, I was forced to be in the place where I most dreaded, the basement. It was the only non luxurious place, including my bedroom. Unlike my step siblings, I was not allowed expensive things due to my stepmother saying I wasn't good enough even if I got 99%. "You were second in your class. ARE YOU FEELING OK? YOU DISGRACE, I WAS GOING TO SPARE YOU TODAY SINCE I WAS FEELING GENEROUS. YOU FILTHY DEMON!" My stepmother replied with an indignant expression as she ordered one of our maids to grab the curling iron that had been prepared for me. She took me down to the grim basement, aka my second home; none of our maids are allowed to come near the basement due to all the agony and upheaval she places me through since they would probably faint if they heard my screams of pain or saw me getting tortured,but nowadays I don't scream as much. There was no saving me now, so my senseless brain decided to say, "Does dad know you do, um, you do this to me?"
"HE ISN- HE ISN'T ALIVE ANYMORE! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? YOU ATROCIOUS BEING! IF YOU EVER SAY OTHERWISE, I will end you. DID YOU HEAR ME?!"
"He is alive, and when he comes back, I will tell him." I gulped as I got prepared
to get tortured again; my stepmother's eyes were full of fury. She grabbed my shirt and pushed me to the ground. I was wearing a short sleeve. She gripped the curling iron harder and harder as I continued smiling. I could see the anger on her face grow. Tears rolled down my face, but I still kept strong and held a smile as she placed the curling iron on   my arms until it left marks, marks I would remember for forever, the marks that would tell a story, a story that will prove to people that I am strong, wait no that bit was cringe that is probably the reason that I am getting tortured.
I was laughing hysterically, she grabbed a metal rod and started beating me with it but still she was not satisfied, then she called her maid to bring a rod that was on fire and repeatedly struck me with it until I could not bare it any longer and a sudden burst of courage spread through my body and I did something that would distance me from reality; I grabbed the rod, my hand was burning but I couldn't feel it. I don't know why, but I just couldn't. But then it all came down, crashing like an earthquake, It hit harder than that dog, also known as my step mother . I shattered to the ground all that hope and valour melted like snow and I just accepted that maybe I am the problem? Maybe I do deserve this?  I continued to let her beat me and I don't know why I'm just done with everything. I don't even know why she beats me up but I like to think there is a reason  behind it and my stepmother's never wrong. Then, when I thought the trauma was over she pulled out the hwando, the one she knew was going to break me. That hwando belonged to my dad, he cherished that hwando with his heart since someone who he was close to gave him that hwando. It had weird writing engraved on it. It read as ' 무자비' and  '무자비해지다' and lastly 'Nessuna pietà' which were the same words that were on my arm. They had been engraved since the day I was born, my father used to say that they were there since I was born and I trust my father so they were probably there since I was born. I had always had the urge to search up what they meant but my father made me promise to not search them up or ask anyone what they meant until he thought I was old enough to know then he himself would tell me and I am still waiting till that day . She ruthlessly started slashing me with the hwando. Blood was gushing out of my body faster than the speed of light. Blood, I hated the sight of blood. I touched the wound ; yes I know not to touch fresh wounds since it can cause infections but here me out I had to find out if whatever was happening to me was real or not so I have a reason sorry to those whom are mad at me i'm sorry from the bottom of my heart anyway let's continue with the goring detailed experience of me getting tortured =) ; the blood that was on my hand was a pure red hue and was fresh; this would've been a mosquitoes dream to drink this fresh of blood which was drawing out of my skin like a waterfall. As I was staring at my wounds  she brought out her infamous dagger, I quickly turned my neck around to see my worst nightmare be brought out again.
"TURN AROUND YOU FOUL DEMON!" my stepmother shrieked like a donkey. I had no choice but to turn around, she started to engrave on my back, which was filled with scars like a painting that was about to be completed, 'I will not retaliate', 'I will never disrespect my mother' even though, she wasn't MY MOTHER she will NEVER BE LIKE MY MOTHER is what I wanted to say to her but could not bring myself to say it since I had been tortured enough. Lastly she engraved 'I will not laugh'. I don't know if she thinks I am a stone that she can simply carve into without me feeling any pain. I was clutching my fists in agony as blood was dripping down my back; I know lots of blood it's fine, I'm used to this guys like this happens every time I don't get 100/100 also if I die of blood loss it's fine because I am suicidal:). Then she grabbed a bucket full of boiling water and poured it over my newly scarred back. It was painful, really painful. I could see the steam of the water going into the air so seamlessly. I wanted her to stop. This was too far. Normally she stops at the metal rod on fire. I tried placing a smile to seem strong but in reality I wasn't, I was never strong, the only thing I could do and was good at was pretending that I was and the other thing I could do and was good at was running, running away from my problems.
"PLEASE can you STOP ISN'T IT ENOUGH, for today mother please. PLEASE I AM IN MISERY. Please, please." I asked as I tried smiling to make her agree as tears ran down my face like it was a race.
"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I AM DONE, AND NEVER ASK ME AGAIN TO STOP. I WILL STOP WHEN I WISH!" my stepmother argued back as she grabbed a bucket of  hand sanitiser; first of all before I continue where do you even get 40 litres of hand sanitiser, she was definitely planning to do this to me for a long time since no one has 2 metal rods, 1 on fire one without, a hwando that belongs to your dad, a dagger that is the sharpest thing in your house, a bucket of boiling water which was as hot as hell itself and FORTY litres of hand sanitizer all prepared like you can't tell me that if I got 100/100 she wouldn't have done this and if you say so then disgrace be on you since she would've found another crappy reason to do this to me; and poured it on my back as if the boiling water wasn't enough. At this point it was actually too much on me that I screamed, screamed louder than anyone could. I wanted to strangle her to death and torture her like how she tortured me but I couldn't bring myself to. A voice kept on screaming at me for not beating that big fat whale up. I don't know why but sometimes a sudden surge goes through my body and at that point I feel like I could wipe away the whole of humanity in seconds and I swear I've seen those symbols on my arm light up like before when I grabbed the fire lit rod which was so hot that a mere human being could not get a grasp of it, my stepmother had ten pairs of gloves to hold it, but how could I without any gloves? Was I just crazy and mentally unstable due to the trauma I've gone through? And were the symbols on my arm lighting up my imagination? Probably. Maybe I was just too desperate to have power that my body lost its ability to feel pain. As my brain wandered away from the torment,my stepmother just laughed hysterically like a maniac as she stared at me.
"This is what you deserve, you monster, be grateful that I haven't killed you yet." she said in a vengeful tone as she smiled like her goal had been accomplished, was torturing me her goal, why, why me?
"Stop questioning my choice SKYLA!" my stepmother spoke. I was shocked how she knew what I was thinking. Due to the shock I couldn't even feel the wounds that were inflicted on me.
"No I don't have a superpower," she chuckled to herself, "You are just very umm what's the word, predictable, Skyla," she continued barking. I had no words. My body couldn't move. She slammed the door, I was all alone in this dark,grim basement, just me and my scars. My eyes were blurry, the pain was back.
"Skyla, Skyla here listen," A croaky voice called from behind me. My neck snapped to the voice's direction no one was there.
"No Skyla look HERE!" another voice called from the right again I snapped my neck towards the direction of the voice no one, the voices continued calling my name, I was panicked and terror-stricken to the point that I was physically shaking. I hid myself in the corner of the basement, I saw human-like creatures crawling around and spiders the size of a baby monkey. Abruptly the window of the basement broke, I closed my eyes fearing the worst but then I felt a warm embrace almost like a blanket, this was definitely a person but why would they do this I was covered in blood.
"It's okay just breathe Sky, breathe those creatures you are seeing are a fragment of your mind's false creation." the person said in a deep but soft voice. I was too scared to look at who it was but then I fell asleep in that warm embrace. Little did that person know that their embrace meant everything to me, not even the world's most expensive thing could compare to this even though the embrace hurt me due to my scars. I'd rather be loved than not be in pain.