I heard the trundle of footsteps nearing and I tilted my head up towards the rough looking teenagers that were drawing near to me; a flicker of hope darted across my grubby face. "Maybe they want to play!" My naive, yet vast imagination, began leading me to another world; somewhere I could play and laugh: a place where I was loved.
"Kotor Rakasa!" He hissed it yet again; a thousand glinting beads of saliva came flying towards me, slapping against my face, before he sent me propelling through the air, as if I were merely a piece of junk. Landing with a resounding thump at the feet of the boy's acquaintances, like a sack of potatoes, the laughing and jeering pounded through my head, as feet began to be implanted into my body from all directions. Something smashed into my left temple; then there was darkness.
That was the last time I would let anyone touch me. I was focused on one thing:revenge. And I was prepared to go to whatever extent needed to get it. Through my treacherous childhood I had become accustomed to things around me. I had microscopic emotions; of which nobody knew. They remained hidden, deep down, as if imprisoned for murder. Pain, which I had once learnt to ignore, was now welcomed, as if a long lost friend; one that could comfort and calm me. Hatred -the only thing with the power to rise to the surface of my soul - was boiling up the anger inside me, keeping my need for revenge evident; keeping me from ending my life all together.
I began torturing people; my 'parents' - easy victims - had the privilege of being my laboratory rats. Any new way of causing distress upon others, was first tried on them. I may have been young, but I had 'mummy' and 'daddy' wrapped around my little finger. They suffered day and night, constantly begging me to set them free. They were as helpless as flies stuck in a spider web; they had no way out.
~ Amaurea Uruviel © 12/07/2012
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