MELINA

chapter two

I ran as fast as I could towards Nylah because I knew that if it took longer to answer her, I
would earn a few slaps and punches.
Upon everything, she yelled at me, "you fool, didn't you hear me? You are just stupid and dumb. No wonder you don't even have any powers". I didn't show any form of emotion because I was already used to it. She gave me heaps of clothes which I knew were not dirty, but she just wanted to use them to humiliate me.
I neither blame her nor the rest of my family, the only person that usually made me sad was my mother. I mean, she gave birth to me, she should have at least an ounce of pity for me. Even if it was just a little care, I would have been very glad, but my own mother always treated me like I didn't exist.
My brother's case was different, he never used me as a punching bag or a slave. I always caught a flash of anger in his eyes whenever I was being treated badly but I knew that he couldn't do anything about it. There was no way he could support me against thousands of people. So, he often kept quiet.
Have you met my father? He is the devil in disguise, I have suffered a lot from his hands. Half of the scars that decorated my body were from him. I was malnourished and looked like a hobo and the fact that I was four feet tall made me look like a child. I had chestnut brown hair which reached my back but at that moment it looked like a bird nest infused with garbage.
We had a lot of servants but, I was also a servant. My family preferred me carrying out chores than any other servants in the palace. Even the servants treated me like trash. They showed me no form of respect. My life was practically wrecked.
I washed all the clothes Nylah gave me, dried, ironed and folded them. I carried them back to her room. "Took you long enough you fool", she barked. "Now, I want you to clean out my room, I am having a sleepover tonight with my friends. Listen up, I need it to be sparkly and clean or else I will make sculptures out of your body". I nodded quickly and proceeded to clean the room. She told me that she was going to be back in one hour, then she left.
I dusted and arranged the whole room. Her room was just filled with a whole lot of pink. She is what I will call a" Barbie". The only difference between her and Barbie was that Barbie doesn't cake her face with a lot of makeup. I wouldn't even pray to see Nylah in the midnight. I would probably have a heart attack and have nightmares for the rest of my life.
When I was done with her room, I went to the kitchen to clean it. As I was coming back from emptying the garbage can, I heard laughter from a room in the palace. That room was used to entertain visitors coming from the neighboring kingdom.
I heard the voice of the man that was talking with my father and I recognized it as the voice of king Quan of Aztar kingdom. My father is the main king over both kingdoms but since it was a lot of stress managing both, he appointed his most trusted friend to rule Aztar kingdom for him.
He had earth power like my father. They really were best friends to the core. He often assisted my father in beating me and putting me in discomfort. I can say he owned one half of the scars on my body and my father owned the other half.
"I can't wait to have my hands-on Melina again. I enjoy seeing her in pain", he said to my father as they both laughed.
"But Arthur, I think the girl is already becoming rebellious. She doesn't cry anymore or show any form of emotion. Don't you think we need to change the pattern of beating her?"
My father agreed and told him that they should probably start using sharp instruments like knives, razors and needles to inflict pain on me.
I shivered in fear and started sobbing and the only thing ringing in my head was that I had the worst life ever.
"Melina!", I heard my father calling. I prepared myself for the worst and put on my poker face. "Take these wine glasses to the kitchen and bring us the newly baked chicken in the fridge"
I packed the glasses and started walking towards the door when king Quan put his leg forward and I tripped. I fell face first onto the floor and hit my head hard.
They both started laughing at my misery. "Can you see that you are cursed?", my father told me. I stood up straight in a bid to defend myself and said "Father, King Quan tripped me. I didn't fall because I am clumsy or cursed.".
The first thing that grazed my face was a very hot resounding slap. I think I saw like five million stars. "Who is your father? You mentally deranged animal! I would never want to be a father to a cursed girl who is so useless that she doesn't have any powers" he spat out at me.
The fact was I wasn't hurt, sad or broken, I was already used to all these. In fact, I always look forward to them. King Quan stood up and towered over me. "You little brat! How dare you accuse me of such? Are you so demented that you can't even think?!" And there and then the usual beatings started just that, these ones were a whole lot worse than the previous. The cake knife that was on the table was used by king Quan. By the time he was done, I had a large cut on my face and blood was gushing out from it badly.
I ran out of the room towards the attic and fell on the floor as I cried myself to sleep. The only thing I remembered before I fell asleep was the feeling of my cut closing up when my hand touched it.

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