Chapter 10

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She said:.

"I don't remember ever having a mother or a father. As far back as I remember, I lived with my big brother. We may be cousins, but our features didn't seem to be alike. And he really was my cousin I know that for sure. We lived in a tiny house of one room at the edge of the village -at least that's what I thought. My brother used to work all day. He came back at night with a piece of bread in his hands. He always said, "eat." Once I gave the piece of bread to him because every time I was the one who ate the whole thing. But he said he already had food. Well, he really didn't seem hungry at all. After eating I go to sleep. Just sometimes, we talk. I really loved him back then. He told me stories of the outside  He was the only person I knew. And he really did take care of me properly. And I was happy. But now.... *ahem* At the time, I think I was about 4 or 5 years old. I don't know how much time passed, but one day, he came at night with an angry expression and he was empty-handed. When I asked what was wrong, he just glared at me. That night...that night he hurt me for the first time. Not once, a lot of times. He kicked my gut, stepped on my stomach, pulled my hair and almost broke my legs. I thought I died back then, I was in a critical condition -I really was. The next day went the same. And also the one after that...

A few days later, two guys game during daytime. They looked like bad kind of people: huge bodies, long hair, beard, dirty look in eyes and the dress up as well. They came forward and held me up by my fragile arms, one for each person. I couldn't fight back. Of course I couldn't. I hadn't eaten for days and I was injured. So I stayed still. They walked out of the dark cramped room and the sunlight hit my face. There I saw my brother. He was standing still at the side of the road and he watched me get taken out. But he didn't do anything; he just stood there. 

The men took me at a place. There I had to work for some days. And then I was transferred again. Again and again, I switched jobs. Everyone around me only used me. Then some years later when I was about 7, I used to work in this 'church'. Even there I was being used for moving out the stress of the local men, if you know what I mean. And even there, I saw my brother. I thought he was going to take me out or something and I gained back the hope. I thought he would save me. But he did the same thing the other men did. He used me. And then I never saw him again. And so I hate him. You thought I don't have any emotions, didn't you? Well, that's not quite true. I have something I can show, there's only one emotion inside me. Hatred. But there are some people, only a few who I really do like. But it's rare so don't think about it.

I kept doing random jobs and everything till some months ago. That time I was just staying at that house for no reason. I wanted a break, I wanted to take some rest before continuing. I killed the animals there to survive and the herbs around the hill were good to take care of some of my injuries. And then you found me. I thought about giving you my own memories when you asked about them, but I was afraid you might break down as well. Since it contains some more...details of what I just said and more...experiences.

But still, you might find it weird, but I love taking people's memories. It makes me happy now that I've done it so many times. And at most times, I can't even control myself from knowing somebody else's memories" She finished.

To be continued...









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