It was a fateful encounter. They had different lives, but suffer similar situations. It was as if they were destined to each other. They clicked, but one of them held too much interest for the other.
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Love was a foreign feeling to her.
"I shouldn't have given birth to you."
"You're just an accident."
"Suffer for all I care."
"You don't belong in this family you piece of shit. You are an utter disappointment."
No matter how much bruises she got from the punches, no matter how much burn marks she got from cigarrette butts, or how much scars she got from glass bottles of alcohol, words hurt so much more.
'Is this love?'
She thought to herself. Maybe all families were like this. Maybe all mothers would want to kick their children's stomach. Maybe all fathers would want to slap their children's cheek. Maybe all parents degrade the self-esteem of their children. The girl wouldn't know, after all, she was just an oblivious 8-year-old.
Truly she had an odd household, but they weren't brute enough to not send their child to school. Alteast make her grow into something useful, right? She was already a drag to them, atleast they had to make use of that brain of hers. Of course, they could've aborted her instead of keeping her alive, but that thought does not come to people who were in love. Perhaps her birth illuminated the hideous characteristics of her parents. Being together for a short time then proceeding to have a child immediately had its consequences. It would hurt their pride if they accepted that it was their fault that they could not raise a child well, so why not put the blame on a little girl who knows nothing of the world. It's harsh, but this is reality. Humans are selfish, and she knew that at a young age.
School was not the best either, but it was better than home. The educational system was ineffectual. Teachers were either halfheartedly teaching the lessons or were completely absent from class. Though the students are also no better. Since teachers did not give a damn about the students, the children would do whatever they want. It was pure chaos, though not as chaotic as her home would be. The only thing the girl was thankful about in the school is that no one wanted to bother her. Her classmates avoided her like the plague and the reason was unknown.
Maybe it was because of her asocial attitude. Who knows, the reason never really bothered her anyway. It's better this way, she thought to herself.
One winter afternoon, the school bell rung, which signalled the end of class. Her mother picked her up from school then proceeded to walk towards their home. Her mother kept on walking without looking at her child, a scowl present on her face. The small girl couldn't catch up with her and ended up being lost in a crowd. The 8-year-old girl did not know where to go. She walked until she stumbled upon a park. She dusted off the snow on the swing and proceeded to sit, her ungloved hands clutching the rusting chains. She looked at the snow falling from the sky, her head clouded with thoughts.
