Sometimes I feel not in place. Like a disgrace. Sometimes I feel loved. Other times, like a stick in the mud.
Sometimes I feel calm, like a song. Other times I feel like a lost bird who left its nest. Life is not always fair. You lose people you love. You lose your identity and become nobody.
The only fairness you get from life is when you survive. When you try hard until you get what you want. But I don't want to just survive.
No! I want to live. I want to feel the coolness of the air. I want to see the blue sky on a bright sunny day. I want to feel the blossoms fall off the tree. I want to hear the chirping of the birds. I want to fly. Fly like I never did before. I want to sour in the bright blue sky. I want to fly among the birds. But in this human body I can't. Now matter how hard I try I will never have the freedom I always wanted to obtain. I will never feel the breeze on my face. I will never be able to dream again.
They broke me, shattered me into pieces beyond repair. They broke every single bone in my body. Left me to die when I was already dead.
They left my lifeless body on the ground assuming I was dead. They didn't even care to check my breathing to see if they really killed me like they thought they did.
They wanted answers, they wanted me to become theirs. They said they'll stop hurting me if I didn't struggle.
Lies. All of it was lies. Lie after lie after lie.
I did not believe them. I kept on struggling for them to let go, but sadly they didn't. I remember feeling the pain after every bone they broke. After every muscle they tore. I screamed as loud as I can, but nothing came out.
I felt something tight on my mouth blocking any access of sound. I felt the blood that was dripping down my wrists. I felt the puddle of blood that was slowly forming under me.
I remember blacking out a couple of times. Each time I blacked out I felt like death was near. Like it was right on the edge. Like right around the corner.
And each time I woke up I saw those faces. Those ugly horrifying faces. They never stopped. They knelt on breaking my remaining bones like their life depended on it. I herd every single crack they made. I remember the shivers that went through my spine over and over again. It came to a point that it started to hurt.
But no,
they did not stop there. Breaking my bones just wasn't enough for them. I felt them role me over and tighten my wrists like they weren't tight enough.
When they were done, they pinned me on the ground, right on my back. The smirk I saw then was horrific.
They leaned in, inches away from my face. I felt a rough tongue on my blooded cheek.
Just what the hell were they doing?
What else do they want?
When am I going to get out of this mess?
I felt them taking my belt off and pulling my pans down. I wasn't dumb, I know what they were going to do.
I struggled hard trying to get away but their grip on me was firm. I screamed when they entered me. Even with this gag that was tightly on my mouth, I was sure my screams echoed through the walls and were herd.
They never stopped, each one of them took their turn entering me. I struggled. But sadly it was all in vain.
Where are they?
Are they going to save me?
Am I going to die?
All these thoughts entered my mind as I was slowly closing my eyes and was unconscious.
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