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𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚕. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝.

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-Chapter 1--Hopeless-

Fate likes to play games with me. It always had. Sometimes, I ask myself, "Why in the hell does everything bad happen to me?" Like if there were nobody else with bad luck. Fate is the culprit for such misfortune.

Just look at me here... Freshly beat, just laying on my old mattress, looking up at the peeling white ceiling.

"What has my life become?" I whispered low enough, not wanting to make a single sound. Too not alert the monsters downstairs.

You know, once upon a time, life was great for me. No worries, no drugs, no rape, no violence, no pain, no sorrow, just happiness... Just pure happiness.

But as the old saying goes, where there's happiness, there must be sadness and sorrow to keep it company.

And undoubtedly, it is true.

You may be rich one day and then, the next day, lose it all.

Alive today, dead tomorrow.

It's a matter of when, where, and why.

It's like the butterfly effect. A single flap can create a storm or a hurricane somewhere else.

Fate is funny sometimes, isn't it?

"Bang bang bang, open the damn door, I know you druggys are in there." A familiar voice shouted, banging on the front door. It was nothing new to me. It's like a routine every month.

The landlord comes banging at the front door for a few minutes, asking for rent money and a little favor from my mother. Then he leaves.

There is no point in telling you the little favors that he asks of my mother every month. You can already imagine by now what was the little favor he asked of her. Life has not been a nice ride, but I'm still alive and that is all that matters... right?

Right? Does it really matter?... Maybe.

"Open the damn door." He kept banging and banging and banging. It was starting to drive me crazy.

Then the banging finally stops.

After a few minutes, a terrifying scream goes ripping inside the house.

Not gonna lie, but... I almost peed myself for that scream. It was like a dying animal just trying to stop the enemy from eating him alive.

The beating that they gave me was a painful one. Slowly getting off the mattress that was on the floor, I walked very slowly to the door, trying not to make a sound.

Opening the door slowly and walking down the hallway as quietly as possible, stopping at the top of the stairs, I could still clearly hear the ear-piercing scream that scares me down to the bones.

"Please don't kill me. " And what I saw made my heart stop. My stepfather was stabbing the landlord with a broken bottle repeatedly, over and over again.

The wounded man on the floor was trying to get up, but the blood oozing out of his stomach was making it difficult to move.

The landlord looked so terrified at what was happening to him. Shock, horror, and regret were all displayed on his face at once.

Gasping at the scene before me. My heart was pounding harder in my chest, making my breathing difficult like a fish without water.

His teary eyes settled on me.

My body was paralyzed on the spot, not moving a single muscle. Trying to look away from those blue eyes that pleaded for my help, but I just couldn't move. It was like my feet were glued to the damn floor.

How can I fight with such a huge guy like him? It is absolutely impossible. It will only be asking the angels to reschedule an early appointment with God.

The blue eyes that once held life in them are now gone. A cold, blank look stared back at me. One last tear slid down the side of his face.

The bloody man on top of him was laughing hysterically... My stepfather looked like a mad man.

Then another laugh was heard, and it was my mother. The both of them looked like demons bathing in blood.

You can instantly realize that they're both out of it. The drugs and alcohol were clouding their weak minds.

Not even can save them now.

"There's the favor you asked me for so many years. Did you like it? You dirty old perv, hahaha hahaha ha hahaha " My mother laughs while looking down at the dead body laying on the floor.

Blood was still oozing out of the wounded area and scattering onto the wooden floor.

Instantly, both their eyes were on me. Their smiles grow wider and much more sinister by the second. As if they found their reason for such... monstrosity. Their eyes held amusement and complete hatred.

"Look, who came out to play with us?" He stands up straight with the broken glass bottle still in his right hand.

Oh my God, this can't be happening right now. My body can't move. No, no, no. I'm paralyzed.

"Come down, let's play a little game. My sweet-sweet Emma, "he demanded in a low, raspy voice, smiling up at me. I don't move a single muscle.

"Come down, now!"

"We just want to play Emma. Don't you love Mommy? "she hissed while she stared at me with amusement.

"Do you want to end up like that pig on the floor, Emma?" She points at the lifeless body on the floor.

"Or do you want to play a game with us, little Emma?!" She irritably shouted. She was becoming more impatient by the seconds that went by. Her once beautiful blue eyes were bloodshot red.

I made my way slowly downstairs, observing them carefully. They are not to be trifled with because they have no concept of guilt or feelings of guilt.

Both of them enjoy hurting the weak and innocent. For them, it was better than drugs and alcohol. They were the real pigs.

They found satisfaction in people's misery. They were monsters disguised as harmless sheeps.

Now, standing in front of them like a little rabbit in front of two dangerous, crazy-looking hyenas.

I mentally prepare myself for what is about to go down at this moment, hoping I don't end up like that guy on the floor.

"Let's play, Little Emma." She taps her chin with her finger, thinking about what she can do to hurt me.

"How about how long can you stay in the dark?" She rejoiced while grabbing me by my brown curly hair and dragging me toward the basement door, which was down the hall.

Struggling to get myself away from her hard grip on my hair. It was useless; I was only hurting myself more instead.

"Stop struggling, you little dumb bitch!" she demanded as she kept dragging me down the hall.

"Please. You don't have to do this. Please don't put me down there again. I won't tell anyone. Please, mother! "I shouted loudly, tears sliding down my face while I tried to keep myself on my two feet.

She was taller and stronger than I was. Before all this, she was a nice person, caring and loving. But now, she's the complete opposite of what she used to be.

Now she is a cold-hearted, remorseless monster that only feeds on other people's fears. She enjoys seeing me in dismay. Seeing the hope in my eyes crushed over and over again. Until there's nothing there.

"Now be a good little girl and stay down there, okay? My sweet little Emma. " She pushes me down the flights of the basement stairs. When my body hits the cold floor, the last thing I can hear is a pair of laughs from upstairs. Then it was lights out for me.

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