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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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I'm already dead (One Piece fanfic)
Hayran KurguRin. That's her name. She's heartbroken, lifeless and dead. Yet her physical body is still living. Law. Then there's him. He wants to take Rin back to the happy and cheerful girl she once was. Why? He doesn't know himself. But is that even possible...