My God
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Prologue
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Hello, my name is... I have forgotten what it was. If I told you how old I am… I would be lying. I have no idea how old I am, and if you saw me… I have no idea how you would react. I only have a brief idea what I look like. A flat chested child with dirty black hair cascading all over the place tangled enough to stay out of my face. Dirty torn rags covering my body, with the exception of a certain long jacket. I must be the ugliest and filthiest thing on the street.
I live in the slums of New York, but it is out of the way so I see plants everywhere. Then again, most of it is overgrown on abandoned buildings. There are a lot of stands outside my "home." I visit them a lot, to take their shiny things and anything else that I like. I usually have to give them up to stay out of trouble at "home." There is a green place by my home building. I walk through there a lot, taking the food of people eating on blankets. I have nothing else to do otherwise but stay at home with… Them. My parents, my 'beloved' family.
Have you ever heard your parents, your 'beloved' family, call you worthless? Pathetic? Useless? Ugly? A wast of money? Fat? A waste of time? A waste of space? A piece of junk? Fat? Unneeded? Unwanted? Unwelcomed? Trash? Unwanted? Brat? Unwanted? Wretch? Unwanted? Unwanted? Unwanted? Unwanted? Unwanted!?
Maybe once in awhile or, for the lucky kids, not ever. For me… almost every time they see me. They fight all the time, about money, about vacation, about work, about pills, about the giant monsters, about their brown water, about their friends with the needles, and yes, about what to do with me. My mother wants to throw me into a place for lonely kids with no family, but they think I'm too old. My father wants me to work at one of the places with half naked women, but I'm pure with a flat chest. What ever they meant about 'pure.' The message is clear though. They don't want me.
For as long as I can remember, I have felt like shit. My parents beat the shit out of me when they aren't drinking from their bottles or taking their pills. Father tried to do something odd to me once, but he passed out after he took my dull rags off. It was enough to make want to run away, but as always, I didn't... I couldn't… I can't. If I ran away from them, where would I go? The only place I could go to is back… Back to them. I can't do anything, I cannot fight, I can't stand up against my horrible parents, I can't even make the pain end. To end it all. What a beautiful thought. A thought I can not pull off.
My parents talk about God once in awhile. How he has blessed them with expensive pills and rare bottles of brown water. How he has condemned them for being sick and… as 'mother' says, empty handed. God is a judge, God is a blessing, God is a helper. God is… nothing…. Nothing…. Nothing… Nothing! There is no God! There is none! What God would make me feel this way? I wish I could just disappear. To make the pain go away. To escape at long last from them. To escape from their torture. To make the pain end! I want it all to end!
No... I wanted it to end. But then he came, and my life changed. I was reached out to, and I happily accepted his hand. The day my world changed, was the day I met him. My God. The skills and the knowledge he gave me led to my freedom. By his encouragement, I happily freed myself from my captors. But I will always remember, the pain, the suffering, the sadness, and feeling of hopelessness that they gave me. They, my parents, my horrible, abusive parents. I will never forgive them. My hate, he gave me gifts to use it to erase them forever. What he gave me, freed me forever. Free from them. Free, to be with him.
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My God.
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Oh my God.
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My beloved…
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I stood in front of the TV, wearing a golden dress with red jewels and a golden blade in my hand.
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Where did you go?
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The scenes of battle reported made me clench the blade.
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I want to see you…
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An explosion reveals the blood that soaked my dress as I scream a single name.
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I want to see you!
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My the TV flashed again, and my true form was revealed.
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A.N. In case you didn't notice, because of all the abuse, she's a bit emotionally unstable.