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I used to believe monsters lived under the bed.
Now I know better.
They wear human skin.
The chains bite into my wrists again as I try to squirm, but I don't cry anymore. Crying makes it worse. Crying makes me weak.
That's what he says, anyway.
"Big girls don't cry," he sneers, dragging the blade slowly across my stomach. "You're not a baby anymore, are you?"
I try to be silent. I try to be still. But the pain makes my body twitch. The blood trickles like warm tears down my ribs. I squeeze my eyes shut and pray for the darkness to swallow me whole.
It doesn't.
I wish I could remember my mother's voice. My father's face. My brothers-
Were they even real?
Or just dreams I invented to survive?
Time doesn't exist here. Only pain.
And him.
He says my name like it's a curse: Alessia.
He tells me pain is my teacher. That fear will become my friend.
That one day, I'll thank him for turning me into something more than a girl.
He's wrong.
I'm not more than a girl.
I'm something else entirely.
Because one day, I stop praying for the pain to end.
I start learning from it.
One day, I take the knife from his hand.
One day, he bleeds.
That's the day I stop being Alessia, the little girl.
And I become something far worse.