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Prologue: part 2

"You're jealous of him, aren't you! You're comparing yourself to a two-year-old!" My mom screamed.

"What the Hell are you talking about?!" I screamed back at her.

"Get out of my sight! You're scaring the innocent child!"

Now that does it. Every time I anger her, she blames me for scaring the kid! I hate her choice for words.

"Get a life!" I've held back my entire life. That woman must be possessed or something. She needed to know that I'm not afraid of her. I've always respected her, listened to her when she was sad and lonely, and now she says I'm jealous of that runt? For what?! I don't need her freaking attention! What the Hell is her problem?! Is she possessed by a demon or something?! I thought.

My hand was between the wooden case and a coral-colored kitchen cupboard. I intended to grab the case and bring it to my room, but I regret it, so I place it immediately back.

"Greedy as always! Get away, you beast!" She grabbed a chair at the side of the chic salmon-colored table, and fiercely pushed it forward to my hand which it was still between the case and the cupboard, as she says to get my junk out of there.

I scream out in intense pain afterward as the result of her doing, but nothing compares to the stinging in my heart of the heartbreaking thought of why she was hurting me, her youngest daughter, who is supposed to be her favorite child, her loved one, her everything, just like she always said to me. "Mama…" I break in tears, pouring as heavy as the rain.

"Get…away…from…here," I heard her say in-between growls.

My tears are flowing freely. "Why are you hurting me, mother?" I screamed out of pain. I look into her emotionless eyes. What did I do to deserve this life with the most complex person I know?

"I will also tell the neighbors that my daughter is a lunatic, because by now they heard your screams. Unlike the low-level daughter that I unfortunately have, I have to think about my prestige."

Prestige?! YOU caused me to get angry! YOU are the low-level bitch who insults me with your filthy tongue, and caused me pain in order for me to scream! My mind raced.

If my right-hand isn't enough, she also intentionally hurt my left-hand when I was holding the case with it, as she yanks it roughly away from me to put it in my room. As result, I am screaming again.

"GET OUT OF HERE!" My mother screamed. "I CURSE YOU TO HELL; YOU'RE SCARING BARDIA!"

I hate you, mother, I thought.

End flashback

My flashback ended as my mother storms into my room again, terrorizing me, torturing me mentally as I am hearing her voice again. I am not in the mood now to deal with anyone, especially my mother.

"Don't think that I never figured out how you really are, Malus. I know that you want Bardia out of this house. That's why you intentionally want to drive the poor child crazy, so that he won't be here anymore. Don't think like I'm stupid and blind. Bardia will stay with me. It's you who has to leave," my mother said coldly.

"I live here. It's not even my goddamn fault that his mother got pregnant. AS IF I ASKED FOR THIS!" This time it isn't sadness or tears. This time it's my infuriating immense anger that I built up from the moment that my mom started to fight me. She slaps me.

"I pray for your death, you filth. And turn the noise down!"

She is talking about the anime show called the Dragon Ball Z. When I saw the trailer of the show on Television the first time I got introduced to DBZ, I immediately fell in love with it. It intrigued me how spiritual and carefree the characters seemed in the trailer. I like the show so much, that after I finished typing out on my laptop with two injured hands, I couldn't wait for tomorrow. I like the characters. Especially the gravity defying haired guy. I admire his attitude, how he won't let anyone get in his way and the way that he stands on his ground.

"…As you wish…" I replied.

My mother probably thinks that I'm talking about the volume, but obviously I was talking about answering her prayers. I am waiting for her to leave. I have thought about this these past few hours.

Dammit, I can't, I thought.

I never intend on committing suicide. I just hate this life. The time has come to grab a candle, as it is already past midnight, thus it's already my birthday. It might be my last. "I want a new life, away from here. I want to go to a world where I don't have to tolerate anything from anyone. I don't want to live my life here anymore, nor do I want to die now," I wished as I am blowing the blood-red candle, and let sleep take over my curvy body.

Sooooo… what do you guys think? I'm dreadfully sorry for the awful fight (Don't fight with your mothers, especially like this. Respect them), but I want Malus to waken her inner Saiyan, because as harsh as her life is in the real world, I don't want to make her a whiny girl in this fiction. The intense fights between her mother and herself should be realistic.

Malus pronunciation: The A of Malus is like the A of ran, and the U is pronounced like the OU of you.