Disparate life (On Hold)

can i really count on a hero?

Ever since I was born I have never seen a normal life. Everyone ignores me treats me like trash no matter the place I am always left alone. People say it's because I'm negative and quite but that's not true it's because I'm ashamed of myself.

My father is a drunkard and a free loader while my mother is a prostitute. Not that I'm an only child I have 2 siblings my elder brother and younger sister. Our younger sister doesn't live with us she was taken by child protection agency few years ago. Meanwhile my brother is in jail for murdering. It is amazing in a way, cause we don't talk to each other even though we live under the same roof. 

I often run away from home because I can't bear the suffering. I want someone to hear me out. I want a hero in my life too. well, that's what a normal teenage girl would say. I don't want one though. I don't believe in the concept of a hero. Because no matter how much trouble you are struggling with, in reality no one comes you. In return it shows you something else which is a made up FALSE illusion. I have lived my whole life believing that, it is the only way I'm able to support my mental self.

My life started spiraling out of control when my father was finally fired from his job due to accusations of using drugs which brought a lot of pressure to the house since he was our official bread maker.

My mother started spending more time outside meaning more men and money. She earns heaps of cash but it's hers alone. Either way let's say that my mom isn't really worth mentioning, since all we have is just a master-servant relationship at the most. Anyway, that still doesn't change the fact that we are completely broke then. 

My father was going insane. He started selling our furniture and belongings to earn money. It wasn't long that he got the idea to sell his own daughter. I guess that in the end I was only a tool for some selfish greed.

One night a strange man came up to him when he was drinking the night away. The stranger inquired dad about how life's been doing for him. Then when he heard about my dad's financial struggles he proposed a plan. He started whispering words of a devil. About how a person can make money by trading drugs and firearms or even by selling a young girl. From which my dad then got the most brilliant idea, well that's what he thinks of it.

After a few days,  Arrangements were made. I was on sale at a black market auction of slaves. I was petrified .My heart was pounding like crazy. Not knowing what future had in store for me worsened my fear.

 Until my time at limelight of the millionaires neared I was kept in a cellar, I was blindfolded and my hands cuffed. Whenever those shady people were around me interrogating me bit by bit  I started to realize something. 

My heart was pleading for a hero to rescue me. It's hilarious isn't it? Those words I kept on doubting through my whole life was being said by my heart. I was that desperate. If there was anyone who would embrace me with warm hands and be there for me in my rises and falls I wish to be with that person. "someone please save me" I murmured those words as I was injected with some kind of anesthetic. Slowly my senses started to fade.  

At last the time had come."Our Next piece of merchandise is" I could hear those words but I couldn't see much all I knew was that an audience  was in front of me. those people's eyes were scary they looked like that of a lion while waiting for its prey. Then after a while the whole place got noisy different values of money were being screamed . Prices like 1 Million  and even higher than that.I stared in awe in that hazy state.

Suddenly the entrance door opened and a tall man wearing a tux and a fedora hat walked up to the stage and announced "I will take her for  4 million".Those words brought the hall to a hush.I didn't know what happened after that. All I can remember is that man's sharp but kind tinted gaze.