Happppy Family

(Maybe a little bit gore and this is the best I can do to make a psychological chapter)

4/7

Going back to the day when my family discovered my little sister died—they had the terrifying face.

It was the face I've never seen my mother and father make despite having angered them multiple times.

The face they were making were scarier than demons and I started imagining my terrifying future. I am sure that the punishment mother and father will do to me are bound to be worse than what I took.

Being scared of that, when I noticed it, my back were facing them and I started running out of the place.

"Where are you trying to run off, YOU STUPID CHILD!" Mother grabbed my arm tightly

'It hurts…'

And slapped my face multiples time the noble persona she made for people to look—completely gone.

"You stupid, unreliable, useless, dumb, children!" With each words, an slaps came and it didn't take long for my face to be reddened—filled with slap mark.

"Why, isn't, it, you, who, died." Of course my mother's slap hurt.

But more than that, her words stung my heart. I never felt so worthless… I felt so unneeded… as I couldn't bear the weight of my mother's words, no matter how I bear it, tears still came out.

"What are you crying for, you unfilial child. Do you want me to crush that eyeball of yours?" Of course the slapping never stopped—mother even began threatening me.

"Stop right there." The one who grabbed my mother's wrist was my father.

I was surprised because father would sometime watch by the side enjoying the show—never once has he stopped my mother's harm.

But now was different. I unconsciously harbours for my father—no, I wanted to hope for my father.

I wanted to be felt needed. I don't want to die. I want to be loved… I thought of an exactly opposite thinking I had before mother and father came.

For the last time, I wanted to hope. I don't want to be hurt. I wanted to smile.

For the final time, I clung to the life as my sister said.

But what came after wasn't a gentle word which I dumbly hoped from my father, but a stab from the sword father took from the soldier beside.

"GYAAAAAAA!" I made a shrieking cries as the swords opened an thin diamond hole in my upper arms.

However it didn't ended there as my father mercilessly took out the sword from my flesh and stabbed again—this time now near my elbow—just below the stab mark he made.

'Father, it hurts' it is as if my cries never reached father, there wasn't any part that was either injured or not bleeding in my left arm.

Just as I thought it ended—he continued next to right arm, to my left leg, to right legs—all my limbs were now injured.

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My eyes were lifeless as my father dragged my body from hair and threw it to the underground basement inside this house.

This is my first time entering it but I knew that this was where my father store one of his exotic pets.

An spider that terrified me as eyes were everywhere in its bodies—it was as big as my palm.

And then, I heard the locking sound of a door as the spider approaches me.

Although the spiders were disgusting and I hoped for it to eat me—it didn't and it was kinder maybe due to its parent didn't taught it to eat human.

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4/8

A day has passed and I am getting more starving and thirsty. Not once—have my father or mother visited me since yesterday.

Aside from my hunger and thirst, spider became my 2nd friend. He showed me a weak acids that can only melt things like clothes or skin.

I was slowly or maybe I was already insane inside this room. There was nothing else but a metal door and the four gray colored wall surrounding me and the spider.

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4/9

Another day has passed—it was the 3rd days since I am locked in this.

*scratch* *scratch* *rumbles* *scratch*

"HAHAHAHA!" I unconsciously laughed while scratching my skins.

I am thirsty. I am so hungry. I am tired. I can't sleep. I am sad. I am happy. I am laughing. So happy.

The feelings of my nails digging my skin hurts me but more than that, it ached thus I felt scratching it more.

Then finally, the along with the strong smell blood came out.

Blood… red… liquid… WATER! WATER! WATER! WATER! WATER! WATER!

I licked my nails like a madman and when it was clean—filled with saliva, I scratched my skin more because the aches never disappeared.

Not enough. No matter how much I drank my own blood, it wasn't enough. I never lost unconscious despite the blood loss.

More water. More blood. So thirsty. It aches. It hurts. I am so happy. It's hurt.

"HAHAHAHA!"

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4/14

The 8th days since I was locked inside this room.

I repeated the cycles of scratching my skins and drinking the blood from my nails for 5 days straight. Not has only the aches disappear, nor the thirst disappeared, it has increased no matter how much blood I drank.

My body were now thin that I can almost see my bone and finally, I couldn't endure the hunger anymore.

With the eyes of desperation—I looked at my only friend whom I forgot about as I was too focused on drinking my own bloods.

I grabbed it as it struggled—because it was still an infant, it couldn't struggle out of my grip.

I tore off it's leg and bit it as a green liquid splashed inside my mouth.

Hot. Delicious. Melting… Water!

After I gulped, the hot sensation inside my throat increased as the acid directly melted my throat and opened a hole as my neck were already damaged from scratching.

It hurts but I never felt so satisfied—no mater how much the harm it made inside my body the feeling of 'drinking' were my utmost priority.

Enduring the acid melt my hand, I let it pass my throat as it melt my esophags then my stomach. I never felt so hurt yet so satisfied.

The hot sensation continued to increases as I feast on my friend.

I am so hurt. It no more ache. I am no longer hungry. I am no longer thirsty. I am so sad. But I am so happy to be sa-

The iron door finally opened.