My story begins here....
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As far as i could remember i have always been hurt, mentally, and physically. Mommy never cared enough to stop doing these things and daddy had been gone on a trip, but here we are, crying in a park. "Mommy?! where are you? I WANNA GO HOME!!!" I sobbed and sobbed and searched for her, until i saw her blonde hair pulled up into buns. "Mommy?" I grinned and grabbed onto the sleeve of her coat and... SMACK!
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Sh-She slapped me- across the face... i stared in disbelief, how could she do this to me, her own daughter? "damn kid." she scoffed as she started to light a cigarette and walk away. I started to bawl. "How could she betray me, my own mother!?" i pondered. As i started to look for someone to help me, i heard something, a deep voice.
"Hey kid." a man with dark hair pulled into a man bun called. He had a hakama on and some sort of mask. I hesitated before staggering over to where he was seated on. While staggering over there i felt some sort of relief, i felt at peace. "Hey i saw what happened with you and that lady, are you alright?" His deep voice was soothing and kind. "Yes i'm alright mister." i said quietly. "How old are you kid?" he asked. "I am 4!" i exclaimed proudly. his eyes widened (metaphorically bc of the mask) "oh my- we need to find your mother!" he panicked.
a lil note from me: sorry i'm tired rn so ch 2 is coming out tmrw! 💛💛💛
