1.No ones hand to hold

A young boy, getting kicked continuously by a tall father-like figure, looked at the man that spoke in an angry tone "You damn worthless brat! Ungrateful little sh**!" the boys face was dirty and had bruises, his head thrashing back hard against a wall as the man kicked his face over and over again.

The boy looked half dead,pale thinking to himself not letting out a word, loud breathes and small groans can be heard from the small boy that was beat up, sitting on concrete floor with his head feeling lighter by each second passing by.

The little boys nose was bleeding, his face turning blue and purple, his black, rough hair moving with his head as it bashed against the wall behind with each kick.

The older man bent down with a cigarette between his middle and index fingers. "I need to teach a damn ugly pest like you how to be grateful. I gave you way more food then you need and this is how you repay me? Starve for a full week you little insect."

The man gripped a handful of the small boys hair and waved his head around dramatically smiling with Rotten and yellow teeth being shown. *What is wrong with me? He's right... *The boy thought to himself with dull eyes giving no reaction to the old Man bent in front of him.

The man stood up and turned, facing a bright rectangular shaped light that Shone from a higher ground, stairs leading to that light, a door left open. That was the only source of light in the extremely dark room the little boy sat beat up in. The Older man made his way up the stairs and closed the door behind him. The boy had little thoughts. All thoughts he had was negative, the boy had gotten used to such a dark place he could see more clearly than others.

The boy looked down to see blood inbetween his legs on the floor. He touched his nose and figures that's where the blood came from. The blood on his fingertips dripping down his fingers. The boy feels more light headed and shifted his body to the side and lays down passing out a few seconds later.

When the boy woke up he was in his room, his room also dark like the other room he was getting beat in. The boy coughed from the he dust that invaded his room and opened the door for a minute, getting outside into the rest of his families home.

Instead of a normal families warm and sweet Welcoming, as he expected they insaulted him and pushed him towards chores not making direct eye contact. The tone in each family members voice cold and rude. Disgrace, mistake, disgusting, murderer,crass, pest, orc. Every name they called him by confused him and made him feel even lonlier.

The boy starts by washing a mountain full of dishes, his huge family sempt to have a big dinner. No wonder I had way more leftovers than usual.. The boy thought to himself.

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