It was a gray day, my father hit me again, and again, and again. It went for hours, he wasn't drunk just angry at the world I guess. I came to live here three years ago, from the orphanage, a teenage mess. But I was still happy that someone adopted me, after one good year everything went downhill when my parents real son died, they started blaming me, hating me, hitting me but I could understand them after all I lost important people too. The hate went on for two years, the pain instead of going away grew more and more every day. It seemed like they abused me just for breathing, just for opening my eyes. If only he was alive. The only thing I can think about is the fear of my body laying on the floor, bruised and wounded. I am afraid. If only he wasn't killed. Sometimes in the middle of the night I start thinking. Their words start to get to me. What if it was really my fault? He was a kind brother a good person and I never cherished him. Sometimes I think that i'm the one worthy of death, the thoughts strangle me every night as I choke on tears and close my eyes.
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FanficMisha was a good girl, she tried to be the best to her parents but they hated her anyway. One day she woke up only to find out that she was sold to seven unknown boys.
