Healing Journey ★ [HAOBIN]

STORY 001

Quick introduction! This story contains abusive and toxic relationships between some of the characters. Read at your own limit. Enjoy.

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25th July 1996. That was the date when I was suddenly put into this world. This so damn cruel world. Oh, how much I wish I could turn back the time and erase that day from the calendar..

My life wasn't as bad as it was, in fact, it was the best I could ever wished for. I had a loving parents who loved me dearly, treated me with care. Despite their busy schedules with works, they never forget to shower me with love. Life at that time was so fun, but that was before I reached the age of six.

I remember being excited while getting into the car, me and my mom walking hand in hand while my dad walked behind us with a few bags, with a small smile on his face. We were supposed to go on a vacation that I've always dreamt of going. In the car, while dad was driving, me and mom was having a blast singing to my favourite songs.

The first few hours was spent amazingly, but due to the long ride to our destination, I had fallen asleep but the next thing I knew, I woke up in a hospital bed a week after that.

I couldn't remember anything that had happened, but I was told that I had an accident and was the only survival from it. Both my parents were buried on the same day and I couldn't get to see them for the last time.

I threw a tantrum, shouting for my mom and dad, hoping for them to appear through the door but they never came for me. I was left all alone. I remember, an aunt of mine consoling me, calming me down and I fell asleep in her arms that night.

After I was finally out of the hospital, my first request was to meet my parents and so, my current guardian—my aunt and uncle—brought me to the cemetery, where both my parents were buried.

The moment I saw their names on the tombstones, I immediately fell down on my knees, loudly sobbing while grabbing onto the dried soil of their graves.

I remember my aunt pulling me back onto my feet to get me out of the cemetery after what felt like hours of crying, and that was actually, the first and last time I ever got to visit them.

The day after that, my aunt and uncle officially adopted me as their son. I was a bit glad at that time that, at least I wasn't sent to the orphanage, but now that I've grown up, all I ever wished for is for both my aunt and uncle to never sign the adoption papers.

I thought I knew them, but I was wrong. All this time, what they had shown to me and my family was just a facade of how they were really like.

After I moved in with them, I found out that the two was put into an arranged marriage by their parents and had always hated each other's guts. They would always fought, shouting and yelling, and throwing things to the wall.

Sometimes, it would get a little violent and I remember hiding behind the wall, watching everything that happened then cried myself to sleep while trying to forget the images.

Clearly, I've never seen adults fighting, especially that intense, since both my parents were calm. Whenever they had a disagreement, they'll calmly talk through it and settled it down before the matter got any bigger. So seeing the way my aunt and uncle treat each other like this, did took a toll on me.

The first few weeks, I just had to bare with their shouting, hiding myself under the blanket and putting my pillow over my head to muffled out the noises but then, everything went downhill for me when they started involving me in their fights, putting me to blame to some of their fights.