Danger-childhood

Childhood, childhood. Danger, love and life. At about 6 years old, I was going to get the milk or the groceries for my parents. I never considered my new dad as a dad since he wanted me to call him master. What did I expect, there was no love from them. Dad was kind and cared a lot about me. I loved him a lot, but when he died, I got along with Mitsue. I got along well, he just listened to me when I needed and I was doing the sane thing. So, Master gave me chores for the sake of making me stronger. That’s what he was saying. Every time I was going to the market I felt unsafe. No one was there when i was turning around but i felt like someone was following me.

One day, I saw a man in black behind a wall. I looked around and I was the only one. Was I followed? I wondered. No hesitation I started running, I screamed as loud as I could. We were living in a little town with dirty road, no clean house and obviously people with bad intentions. I didn’t know that man. He was there, I knew running was useless and screaming to, but I tried. He was way taller than me I couldn’t run away from him. I knew that it wasn’t the first time i just never noticed. When I caught up to me I got really scared. I probably fainted cause I don’t remember what happen. It’s still blurry, all I remember is that I woke up in a room, hotel room probably. It was a man of about 50 years old. He was holding a knife and got closer to me every breath I was taking. I was so scared that day and had difficulties handling stress. When he was on the bed where I was... tied!? I didn’t even realized it. He took his knife and said that next time he won’t be as gentle as he will be. He brought the knife close to my belly and started cutting slowly. It wasn’t hurting or anything, I just saw blood getting out of my body. I fainted again. When I woke up for the 2nd time of the day or the week, I lost track of time, I was inside the market laying down. The floor was so dirty.

After that incident, of course I didn’t tell my parents, and lived with it. I started training in the back of my parents. They weren’t watching the pay bill, so every time I kept a little bit of the money left and gave almost nothing back to my parents. I knew it was stealing, but they stole me a part of my life. It was fair to my eyes. I bought stuff to train, I was so thin that it was hard to get muscles, I started to steal food to in the fridge when my parents weren’t really there. I took some weight and I got muscles. I was stronger, Master was right it made me stronger. This man showed up again. Every time i was getting stronger. I was damn young but i had to do something to safe my life. I started to fight back. I was still fainting, but I was hurting him. Every time he was putting a new scar on my skin, a new place where blood was getting out. One day I over powered him.

The shock was terrible...

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