Memories

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My father's reaction was weird in all the possible ways. He didn't hit me or shoot me (like last time), he...he just hugged me. A tenderely, father-like hug. I almost gave him a chance, thought that he might have stolen me but people make mistakes, he probably regrets it now. Soooo wrong. Couldn't even finish my thoughts that I felt an itchy, hot feeling on my back. He burned me. It was not a normal burn, it was a cowlike burn! I had my name, Elle, written on my back with huge capital letters. I was scared, the pain was unbareable. A volcano exploded on my back. What human does this to his fake, stolen daughter that ran away?! There are no possible way in which a loving and caring person could do this a kid, a human being, even a creature. Poor cows...

My old, beautiful room was turned into a dungeon. I was the slave. With all the workers and servants around me i never observed that i was the one suffering, the one forced to work 24/7.

I was a prize

The prize of a hunter. He hunted unhappiness. Elle, the poor little girl that was too fragile to move her finger got burned and locked into a room, locked in chains.

Was i underestimating myself? That was a very good question but could i answer it? I had all i needed, the mystery was over. The answers i was searching for such a long time were practically flooding my reality but it wasn't enough for me.

One phone call

That would have been probably the best cure. Talking to my actual father feels so interesting that i started doing different sketches of the ideal conversation. Also because all i was allowed to use was a pencil and a sketck book.

I suppose that the 'kidnapping part' didn't happen when i was very small. Meaning, i can still remember faces that i didnt mind a month ago because I couldn't understand their meaning. A man-probably my father- a very beautiful woman with blonde hair and green eyes she looks like a Disney princess and...a girl is she my sister? If yes than she is adorable! She looks exactly like mom. Mom, mom, mom? Did i just say the m word without getting frightened? They are all so real, so perfect. I have to meet them, i have to know the truth. Now or never.

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