Happiness

~prologue~

I, who only knew sadness, departed from the disgusting world I had always dwelled in. It was all I had ever known.

Cry. My name, the only possession I had in that cruel world, I have to say; it did not fit me. For however much 'she' beat me, shouted at me, flung every insulting word 'she' had ever known at me, I never cried; she would not have the satisfaction of watching me cry, she wouldn't even have the satisfaction of making me cry.

'She' would always say that 'I am her precious child' when 'she' herself was the one who subjected me to such excruciating pain. 'She' would curse at me, hurt me, never has there been a day when 'she' did not curse my name. Was this her way of 'loving me' or is the only
'love' she had ever known?

If there was a day, she didn't curse my name, she didn't beat me, she didn't...hurt me. I knew I would never see that day. I could only hope.

I would question myself every single day of my existence in this world, is this worth it? 'Did she hate me?' or 'was this what love was?'

Love huh?

Love knows no mercy.

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Edited by Miri_Mariana