(Wayo)
“Why are you crying?”
“Don’t you want to play with me anymore?”
“Here, I bought you ice cream, your favorite.”
No. That is fucking wrong!
Don’t come near him!
You stupid kid! Why are you still hugging that man!
Oh come on! Don’t be silly he will just hurt you!!!
“Go away! You son of a bitch!”
“Do not ever fucking touch me or I will punch you! Again!”
Look at that he is shouting at you!
Still not moving away?! You are hopeless!
He is driving you away why you’re not listening to me?
“But…but I just want you to feel okay..”
What the hell?
Run now idiot! Don’t believe that man!!!
“Then you have to meet this…”
See? He is getting his belt now!
He will fucking hit you! That hurts! And see you have bruises around your body?
Aren’t you in pain already?
Aren’t all those enough?
“….”
No. Why are you looking at me now!
I am just trying to help but you’re not listening!
No, it is absolutely not my fault!
NO! DON’T BLAME ME YOU DIDN’T RUN AWAY!
YOU SHOULD HAVE ESCAPED WHEN YOU HAD A CHANCE!!!
…HAD A CHANCE!
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“Yo!” shouted the unusual voice waking me up from the terrifying sleep. This has been happening to me many times, thankful that the unrecognized voice is saving me from the nightmare.
Nighttimes are the worst for me. When my parents started noticing I was not the kid they had known in their life when they returned, they started worrying. They thought I’m just tryin’ to mess them up, or I just wanted extra attention that they have lacked to provide for the past years. My mother keeps on telling me they regretted that they weren’t there during the stage in my life where I started knowing the world – and its haunting reality and damn people. Even though I believe they were too late for that.
She said they should have protected me, especially when the scary society commenced feeding up my innocence’s forever thirst for knowledge and answers. I was vulnerable and fragile. Too frail like a glass that after being hit, will easily get shattered.
After I have undergone medication and therapies exactly two years ago now, I finally enjoyed life and started meeting people. That hey, smiling is not that bad at all. I have discovered that not all humans wanted to take advantage of our weaknesses, not all of them are metaphorically wild predators.
My family is the first strong support group that showed me that there’s a rainbow always after the rain. I was not a believer of hope but they completely convinced me that darkness only means absence of light – I can control what’s inside me and what’s coming to me. I have restored my faith to the world, or so I thought?
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HEALING (bxb)
FanfictionWayo, as an ordinary person, faces trauma and depression from the hands of the person whom he looked up to since he grew up. Having hopeless to the shots of realities happening to his life, an unbelievable person helped him overcome the fear that is...
