Behind A Black Hood

Behind A Black Hood

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione ven, mag 16, 2014
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Azione e Thriller
She hid behind her fake smiles and outgoing friends every day. No one knew the true extent of her pain or what really went on at home. Her father hit her and raped her, her mother just along with the fun. Even her own older brother enjoyed ruining her. It was as if Asura was a cake that they all wanted to slice up and eat. They enjoyed her yummy taste but didn't savor it. They wanted the cake to be theirs and no one else would get a peice. They would swallow every small crumb and Asura never could escape. For like a cake, being eaten by the dark in the world was the only purpose she thought she had. Asure hid behind her hood every day. Her black hoodie that she always wore even in the summer on occasion. It kept her bruises and cuts from sight. She wanted to escape, she wanted to live. But cakes are not ment to be free, they are ment to be devoured.
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He had rules for a reason, or thats what he said. I did something wrong I got punished. I spoke out of turn, I got punished. I looked at him or ate without permission, I got punished. Haven thats what they named me funny isn't it? Ironic really. They named me Haven because my mom would say I was her 'Safe Haven'. What a pile of shit that was. She left willingly, she didn't depart because of some tragic accident. My father didn't kill her. She left because she was a coward who didn't want kids. As soon as my older brother went to college she left. I knew she hated me. I was the product of her love with another man. A constant reminder that her life didn't work out the way it was planned. He who ever he was is a phantom in its own. A deep rooted fantasy never going to come true. My brother left, my mother left, my grandma ignored, and my father broke. They let me give up hope on escaping and then decided to play hero. But I haven't forgotten everything I went through. Guilt consumes my brother but I don't care, you don't get to leave and then buy a reprieve of trying to save someone who has been dead for years. Besides lets just be honest I reached my breaking point long ago.

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