Dream That Never Ends

Volume 2.

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"Your father left you because you were useless."

"How can you be so useless?! Why didn't you do anything I told you?"

Two towering silhouettes loomed over me, their facial outlines barely visible through writhing black fog. No faces, no names. Just twisted mouths and raised hands — always shouting, always demanding.

"What are you good for, huh? Just breathing and being a burden?"

"You should've never been born."

The voices echoed—layered, distorted, as if spat from every direction. My head was bowed, arms too thin, knees scraped. I stood there as a child, not understanding what I'd done wrong — only that their words always left bruises deeper than fists.

The scene twisted.

Now a classroom. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. My desk was surrounded.

"Look at ***,"

"Ugly freak."

"Why are we even in the same class as ***?"