Someone once told me, it was okay to cry sometimes.
I remember being thrown into the back of a semi-truck. Along with a few other children. They were crying and screaming for their mothers, father's, brothers, or sisters.
But I was always sad..
I cried and screamed for mine too. Though after a bit, my throat got very dry and my hope deteriorated. It hurt, knowing that even though my mom promised to always be there for me, she wasn't there. At a time when I needed her most.
So why couldn't I cry all the time? When I really really wanted to?
We were driven away from our homes. It was so unfair, what had I done? Why did I do it? Surely it had to be my fault. It always was my fault. This was just me getting punished for something. Surely after a bit my mom would open the doors to the semi and smile, showering me in hugs and kisses like she always would.
No, don't cry. That'll make you a crybaby!
But she never did. Nor did my dad, or anyone else. Not my girlfriend, not my friends, no one. Not a single soul.
Lillian! The crybaby!! Wah wah wah!
I cried the whole way there, to the bad place. Where naughty kids went when they were bad or mean to their parents. I was naughty wasn't I? But what have I done?!
I'm sorry for crying..
They told us many rules. Many bad and strange rules. They made me kinda sick. Don't sleep in, don't talk back, don't cry, don't be friendly to each other, but never fight, their rules made no sense!
You're never sorry.
All of the kids who were crying, got hit and slapped. I was one of them. I cried so many times, and got hit so many times. It became a habit of mine, don't cry.
Your right.
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AdventureLillian was kidnapped at a young age and taken to a factory. This factory had been kidnapping children for centuries and forcing them to work for a very long time. They owned many other places and land as well, such as a college. When the children a...
