The end of happiness

Carmen:

When I was a child I was all told that I was the odd one out the white sheep in the black family. I stood out form the crowd as they would say with my hair as white as snow and a complexion pale as a ghost unlike my family how had tan skin like they had been kissed by the sun god them self and hair blacker that darkest night the only way you could tell I was one of them as with my eye the same as all the other blood-red eyes. As punishment for my look I was kept out of view and mind and only found went my so call family need a personal punching bag. They would come every night each having there way of harming me. My only sister would come and berated me with her words and rip apart my existence, My stepmother would visit on occasion to rip my hair as slap my face say that I look too nice for a spawn of the god of death and that it needed to be changed and finally my father who visited every night without fall with one of his favorite toy, a whip, a cane and a knife and along with these he brought his chains.

When my father visited, the fear that came from with inside make me shake and cry try to beg him not to do this to me but every night was the same, he would grab me by my ankles and through me across the then one by one attached the chains to my neck, arms and legs and he would tie them till I screamed in bone crush pain, that when his face would light up with his sinister grin as he got out one of his toys, his favorite was the wipe, it was long and leather, and it made a cracking sound every time he moved it, he would walks on over to the crack he had in the corner connected to the chains and would pull it till i was fully stretch and suspended in the air and our 'bonding time' as he called it would begin, for hours on end I would be hit and beaten till I could see straight and stars clouded her vision. Once the ripping and tearing of my skin end he would call in the Doctor who would hell and fix the damage done on the outside but never healed the once on the inside. Then the next day it starts all again, over the year I got use to the smell of blood, the ripping of my skin and the pain infected on me. Over time, I grow to no longer felt to pain, or the emotions I was just empty.

But then my six year of living I was shipped of one night to a new place and it was the first time I had ever seen the out side world but this freedom was passing because then I was shoved in to a cage and track of to fare away place never to set eye a upon again.

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