Chapter one
( Dreaming)
i have never been so cold before. the rain was beating down on me, and the pain in my body from pushing myself hard was agonizing. I feel a sense of loss so heavy that it physically weight on my chest.
A loud houl of a wolf echoed around, making me drop to the knees. As the wet leaves crunched underneath my weight, a deadly silence settled over. I couldn't help but look around as I try to get on my feet. I was stunned by a wolf like creature shinning brightly. it was beautiful
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Beep..... beep... beep...beep.....beepp..
opening my eyes slowly, only to see myself on a cold dry floor. my mind was still under the influence of the dream I had.
I struggled to get on my feet, ignoring the sharp pain on my body. it started slowly like the gentle touch of a lover. and spread throughout my body, like a vengeful fire that made me want to scream. but My throat burned from the heat and my lips were dry and bloody.
Tears rolled down the corner of my eyes at the pain itching through my body as I struggled to get on my feet.
My mind went blank for a moment reoccurring the incidence that led to this unbearable pain. I was beaten up by my stepmom last night under the influence of alcohol.
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Quality I limped turning the alarm off, not wanting to feel the wrath of my stepmom for waking her up too early. the weary clock blinked 3:30am I sigh as I limp I great pain out of my bedroom to start my daily chores.
At 4:45 I was done with clearing the entire house, bar, bedrooms in use, I hop on my tiny shower to wash off the blood stains on my body. it was painful because it was freezing outside, but I was only allowed to use bath with cold water, instructions from my stepmom.
Trying so hard not to scream,I gradually cleaned myself up in tears and pain, I don't own any dress but it's not like it matters anyways. looking at my reflection on the mirror, I have to many scars to hide. I put on a pair of jet Blue jeans and a lemon button up shirt, and braid my long black hair into a palace braid.i put on a layer of foundation and concealer to the bruises on my face from my daily beatings and add a little blue eye shadow to make my sunglow eyes pop. Despite the makeup, however I'm still disappointed with my reflection in the mirror.
I head down stairs to the kitchen to get started on my break fast. But first I make myself a cup of coffee and stepped out of the patio. This is the only peace, I have all day. and i cherish, it After I finished my cup i head inside and started making breakfast for everyone.
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I laid out croissant and some freshly baked coconut bread. Then started on the packas, bacon and eggs. when I was done with the bacon, pancakes and egg, I made some fresh orange juice and set the table. I live with my stepmom,My mother and father died of an incident no one understands but everyone blamed me , because I was the only one who survived, that why my stepmom hates me.
Even though I'm family, I am treated even lesser than a maid, my room is a closet. I cooked for everyone and cleaned constantly, and I am not allowed out of the house.
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I want to finish breakfast before anyone comes down. it's the best way to avoid confrontation from the so called man of the house, Philip her first son. I finished making breakfast and cleaning up, I started hearing movement from upstairs. I raced to set the table and make way. picked up an old almost mushy apple from the fruit basket behind the kitchen door and let myself out of the house. I munched on the apple as I walked to school.
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My name is Cynthia, I have been living with my stepmom since my parents died. my father got her pregnant by mistake. my mum was in great pain but he married her as a second wife under my mum approval.
she gave birth to a boy and two girls; Philip,the first son and first born,he's tall, green eyes and red hair, he is 20 years of age; Anna, the first girl and second, average height, brown eyes and red hair,; Diana, the last born, gold eyes, and red hair. and here is me ; not tall, long dark hair, pearl skin, long lashes, and a sunglow eyes.
We were all happy not until my parents died,then she showed her true colours. she always call me a "DEVIL BORN BABY" I never knew what that mean.Her two daughters are always wanting to cut my hair in so many occasions.my father said I look just like his grandmother. she with that , they decided to make my life a living nightmare.
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School is my only refuge, although still get bullied mercilessly there.not everyone is mean to me.
"Good morning Mr Stephen" I say as I walk past the school's facility in gaze .
" Morning"
"Hawweryou, little one"? he asked
" Fine" I mutter as I walk past him.
I sighed again as I reach my locker, got the books I need for the day and head for class, I felt a sharp pain on my chest.
"Huh" I mutter a little bit my chest,as I head to class.
On getting to my class they was no one in class. I was so reliving. avoiding different sizes of eyes looking at you as you walk to your site.
I made a slight prayer to God before I start to read my biology Text book. due to the l
pain I was feeling,I feel asleep on my desk.