Ugly; Insulted, Abused & Raped

Chapter 6

I closed my eyes as i was ready to die. Escape to my own world of dreams, but infact, i wont be waking up though... A truck was on its way, the sound of it was just getting closer, closer and closer. I fell into deep thoughts. If i move away from the highway, will my life get any better, Will i make some friends? Will i find people to love me, give me what i need? Or.. will i have to sacrifice my life and go back to the original life i live? Will i find any romance? The truck was 2metres away..

It was about 30cm away when i sence finally hit my head. I immediately jumped away with fright, I was scared, i wasnt too scared because half of me wanted to give myself to death. I was damn startled. I thought and thought, who had ever been nice to me? Well,... there was my godmother ( my old teacher in primary school), i then had flashbacks as to where she once fed me and helped me with my homework. The human who offered me food and didnt complain about the way i look. i walked about 8miles on the side of where all the cars where close enough to flying. I didnt give up, i taught myself to be strong and face up to whatever may hurt me. Thats what i did in the past. If i were to collect how many tears i sheded, it would probably be as much as the ocean from africa to India. What didnt kill me made me stronger. I had nothing with me but abit of food i had for my little sister Angela.

I stopped at 44 almond street. The old usual dusty house appeared, memories started to flash in my head. Everywhere in this country was ugly, im not suprised due to the Earthquake that struck, this is Haiti after all. A tear began to warm my cheeks, finally. Lets hope someone answers and hopefully, she wont be like the next evil mother of mine, i didnt see her untill i was 5, so harsh personality change could be possible. I knocked with the very least of my strength hoping i wouldnt disturb anybody from their sleep. Water was running down the pipe near the red door, i couldnt help but run to it and drink some to clear the thirst and to help clean the cut to where my mother threw the knife on me. i then knocked hoping to have a good impression. A old man opened the door in no time, he then lifted his hand to greet me, but somehow, someplace in me thought that he was evil. Because, every man that ever entered my actually had the urge to rape me, even after my own father. Was i right? Would i find romance? Love? Care?

I closed my  eyes as i felt a soft hand on my right shoulder just after i entered the house. Nothing had change since i was about 4/5 years away, just a few new decorations and unknown people living there. No familiar faces. Anyway, i turned around to see where that soft hand was coming from and it was an ordinary young boy about half as older than me. Bruises was on his face. Was he being abused like i was? He gave me a smile. I looked at him and there, the first boy i have ever smiled to, My heart sank. i looked through his dark brown eyes and i slightly broke my gaze. Why was i feeling this way? Why was my legs feeling as if i've been carrying bags of bricks? I was close enough to faint. Did i find someone that actually would shed a smile for me? But it was too impossible, i shouldnt jump to conclusions, he's probably feeling emotional for the way i look... if only i could afford a surgery.