Every single fights to me
is like a battle field.
Everyday, our fight never stop.
If you were to live near us, you could hear the booming sounds of our fights.
No Loves, Just Hates.
We were born to treat each other like enemies,
Born to fight for food,
Born to be raise like a slaves.
Every day, at 6am, our battle starts.
The Mother would throw food to our room and we will snatched the food from one another.
Furious fight began. I bit her, I punch her, and fought all my might to get the food I wanted.
On the other hand, my "sister" was kicking me like a abused dog.
Bruises and wonds all over my body.
Blood dripped down.
I knew. I've lost the fight.
I crawed to the cornor of the room and looked at my "sister" munching the food away.
I closed my eyes and prayed to god.
'Hear me god, begging you to give me a better life.'
Times and times I failed, my faith in battling was washed away.
The bruises on my body was a signal to me.
Fought harder to live longer.
2pm, lunch was thrown to us.
But this time, it wasn't in our room.
It was in the living room.
The Mother sits on the sofa, waiting to see us suffer the fight.
I was in the living room first, munching the food hard in my mouth, sallowing the food as fast as possible down my throat.
I was about to have my last mouthful of food, when I suddenly felt a jerk from my back.
The "sister" was behind.
I laid on four, looking like a small wild bear.
Ready to charge at her at any time.
"Fight!!!you useless child. " The Mother honked.
The fear in me was no longer there.
I charged at my "sister" and bit her hard on the back.
"ouch!!"she whined.
Then biting me with her hands.
I will never let go.
Today, I shall end the fight, the misery I've been through.
Minutes past.
No sign of fighting back from her.
I know she was injured and mean no harm anymore.
I let her go. I could see red dark blood oozing out from her back, the place I've bitten her.
She was in pain.
"Muhahahaha" I cried with happiness.
The Mother claped her hands, Laughing hysterically, pointing at me.
"Richard, Kill her."
Richard,The Mother's slave, pulled me up with one hand and brought me to a room.
I was furious! I've won the fight. why am I the one getting killed?
The Mother was the one.I broke free and ran out of the room, charging towards The Mother.
I stepped her, kicked her, bit her,scratched her.
Doing whatever I could do to end her life.
I hated her more than anyone in the house.She was the mastermind all along.
After soon, she was dead.
I was relieved but Richard was still alive.
I stared at Richard.
He screamed and begged on his knees begging me to let him off.
"You! If I let you go, what you'll repay me with?"
"I...i....I'll do anything." he stammered.
I saw terror in his eyes.
I realised I was acting like The Mother.
I'll never be like her.
"I'll set u free.But never to come back again."I said while turning my back against him.
Afterwards, I heard numerous footsteps of his, drifting away.
He was off my sight.
I dragged my tired and sore body to bed.
Now, the whole house is mine.
But, what am I gonna do now? I've killed 2 people, and they are in my house.
I decided to leave this horrid place.
I was like a free bird, the moment I stepped out of the door.
-FREEDOM-
No more fights,
no more pain,
no more hates,
no more enemy.
I was Free.
~Fought harder to live longer~
