PROLOUGE
6 years old
I backed up trying to get away, but my back hit the wall, and I knew I had no escape now. I got a punch to the stomach, I couldn't breathe. A slap to my face, left a bruise and had me feeling dizzy. I could hear my mother's voice "your worthless!" she said "a waste of time and space!" "UNIMPORTANT!" she yelled insult after insult, which was followed by kicks, slaps, and punches.
I couldn't see straight, couldn't breathe. All I could rely on was my hearing, and what I was hearing wasn't really helpful to me. It was the same every time. I was treated as a possession. An object they could use for whatever they wanted. Whether I was the punching bag to make their lives feel like something other than shit or the person they could insult to make them feel better about themselves. It really didn't matter to me. All I wanted to do was to to curl up in a corner and die.
She finally finished her beating and left me. I didn't have the energy to get up, so I stayed where was, sprawled on the dirty floor. As time flew by, I finally lost consciousness.
13 years old
I slid the key into its hole. Turning it as quietly as possible I entered my "home" and quickly checked for any sign of my parents being home. Satisfied that they were indeed gone, I ran to my room grabbing my secret stash of money and stuffing it inside a duffel bag already filled with my cloths and important papers.
Rechecking my belongings, I left my room and entered my otouto's. Searching for the proper clothing and other things I knew he would ask for, I also put them in my duffel. My next stop was the kitchen. Navigating my way through the mess in the living room from yesterday's beating, not even bothering to clean it up. 'I won't be here any longer anyway' I thought as I grabbed anything that would be good for travel and wouldn't expire for some time. Outside, I looked at my house for the last time, the place that held so much pain and regret and left. Not looking back once.
I picked up my otouto from his daycare and we both went to the bus station.
"nee-chan? Why are we riding the bus?"
I knew he would ask questions, and I knew how to answer...but it was so hard to lie to him!
"well otouto we are going to have an adventure! Were going to visit new places! Won't that be fun?" I grinned falsely, but he didn't seem to notice.
"Yeah!"
The bus ride was pretty long. I wanted to be pretty far away from my parents. On the way we'd already eaten most of the bread i'd brought. We arrived around dusk and walked to a park.
"ok otouto, for now our adventure will stop here."
"but...why can't we go inside?"
"well, don't think its more fun out here? It'll be like we're camping! And you can see all the stars!"
"ok nee-chan!"
sleeping in the park wasn't so bad. The grass was soft and the stars were beautiful. It was the next day that was the problem. We passed by an ice cream vendor, too bad I didn't notice how people were staring at us...i guess they noticed how we slept in the park?
"nee-chan nee-chan can I have ice cream? Pleease nee-chan!"
laughing slightly I agreed "alright alright otouto" "what flavor?"
"CHOCOLATE!"
…..and after that word was said. we were caught. We were sent to an orphanage near Chase City. (i know bad name but im not really good with names xD) I thought positively. Even though we were here, at least we weren't near home where they could give us back to our parents. We were safe for the time being, and they couldn't separate us right? I was proven wrong.