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And in the Darkness I'll Meet My Creators

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The heavy sound of their urgent footsteps had awoken me again. I was lying under the small piece of mattress that you’d call a bed; the creaked door shutting with a bang caused back flips in my stomach. I knew what they were about to do, I knew my mother came home tonight with another man.

“I’m making my living, Nalini. I’m making money for me, for you.” Is what she would always say. Besides the fact that she’d put herself first, she’d manage to excuse her behaviour into making it sound like she was doing it for me, but herself first, which would explain the sex. But there were other ways than having to sell her body to strangers. She knew that, I knew that, but she’d rather take the easy route. By the time I turned five, I figured out that these men my mother would bring home everyday weren’t her ‘friends’, my mother didn’t know that amount of people to call them friends.

But I stopped asking her.

 I heard the gentle chucking of clothes on the ground before soggy kissing sounds filled the space; the smell of the familiar cheap perfume my mother wore before she lured her clients in was rich in the closed room. I felt myself coughing unsoundly, last time I made a noise my mother approached me angrily and straddled me, I tried breaking off of her grip but she’s very strong when she’s mad, she reached for her forgotten lit cigarette and slowly neared it to my neck and whispered, “I love you” before she pressed it hard against my skin.

I was on fire.

This time I took my caution and folded a piece of clothing over my nose and sniffed at it until my coughing fit drowned and their moans raised. I had a pen and a paper in my exposal, so I took my time writing and drawing doodles in attempt of tuning out my mother’s screams and the man’s rough grunts. I cried myself to sleep again, just like every night. Because when sleep once was my salvation and escape from the world I lived in, it turned to a nightmare I didn’t dare to approach.

Because behind my  eyelids, I knew what future is set for me, and dear God, I despise it. I despise it. I despise it.

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A/N:I know what you’re all probably thinking, “that was fast.” Or not. But this was inspired by a documentary and it touched my heart. It will be more than one part.

And on other news, O H  MY  G O D KEVIN JONAS IS HAVING A BABY GIRL LIKE WAT WAT WAT WAT WAT (it must be a macklemore moment) I’m so excited for Kevin and Dani. Also, am I the only one who’s getting real frustrated? The more I stay on Wattpad the more lifeless I’m becoming.