Chosen

Prolouge

~5 years ago-

Hope.

That's all you can think of when your stuck in a atrocious situation. But just in a matter of minutes, hours, and day's you start loosing that hope. That hope you had gathered all your lifetime just starts disappearing right through you're fingers, just like sand. Why is hope so important? A little friend once told me that hope gives us a reason to continue living. It gives you the strength you need to continue when things go awry. Hope supposedly drives the human spirit, and finds a way to guide you through life, without it we give up. But I've already given up, so my question is why do we need hope? 

Why do I?

My strength has already disappeared, I can't do it anymore.

The rope tied up the ceiling, cuts and burned into my old cuts making them fresh once again as the cold air coming from the vent hits my exposed wounded back.

''You better count or I'll do it harder."

I knew what was coming, I don't know if I could take it anymore. The pain was already becoming unbearable.

I can't,

I can't,

It hurt's so much,

The pain it's just to much. "Y-yes sir." I whispered.

"Stay strong, you need to,"A voice sounding like sweet bells whispered at the back of my head.

Moving swiftly, stopping right at my face he grabbed my chin, his touch feeling like needles against my skin. "I can't fucking hear you mutt!" Spit rolled out of his mouth as his cold eyes stared me down.

"I- I said yes sir!"

Letting go of my chin he walked toward's the closet of "Fun thing's" he call's it, his back facing toward's me. "You know, I may just go easy on you today-....." he started off. 

I began pleading inside my head, begging the moon goddess to spare me just for the night once again. Letting out a whimper, my leg's starts to give out causing the rope to dig deeper into my wounds as I went down. I felt my own warm blood oozing out my wrist down to my elbow and then making a 'tap' sound as it hit the floor.              

".....-But I just don't like-" He stopped and turned around to face me, a leather whip in his hand. "NO, I hate people like you, your kind. It's just so fucking disgusting, you are fucking disgusting. Your kind is an abomination to this world. This place we used to call home is now lurking with evil. You tainted this beautiful, pure world. You shifters are killers, monsters. You eventually have no control over your beast, you can't help it, it's in your nature. That it is why my people are heavily trained with such skill's to hunt your kind, to kill them before they kill an innocent person. 'Occidunt fornicatoribus , salvabit animam' That's the family code 'Kill the immoral, save the soul' You monster's deserve to die. You have no right to come into this world and taint it with your foul evil.''

I felt light as a feather but heavy at the same time. My wrist are now purple and swollen like the size of a balloon.

Happy that my body is now numb, I sighed, and rested my head on my shoulder. Finally the pain is gone, or at least I thought. Before I can even process another word in my head the whip he had in his hand slashed against my back. Roaring loudly I arched my back as he continued to whip my back, my old wound's and new ones beginning to open once again.

"Didn't I say to count you ugly mutt?!" He whipped my back harder and harder until I just couldn't hold on anymore. I wanted to count, I did, I actually did. If it meant for the pain to be milder then I would count. But it was like my mouth didn't work. I was a fish out of water opening and closing my mouth seeking for my voice, but to no avail. I looked up to see a glowing purple shadow in front of me.

"Stay strong" It said as it kissed my forehead.

My eyes felt like they had weight's attached to them, as much as I wanted to keep them open to see this beautiful sight in-front of me, I couldn't. My eye's dropped slowly as my eye's rolled back. A content sigh escaped my lips as my body finally shut down, blocking all the pain that was being giving to me.

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Hi guy's.

So this is basically my first Authors Note,  and my first time actually taking writing a story very serious. I've done SO much research, and still actively am.

Most of my other story were just bullshit. Like I'm SERIOUS, it was just pure bullshit.

Jesus.

I went back to this story and to be honest for once, I'm content with this writing piece.

I don't know if this writing piece is good enough though.

Please let me know okay?

As well, If you know anyone suffering from abuse please don't wait until it's too late.

DON'T JUST STAND BY AND WATCH THEM SUFFER GUYS.

Just because you're not friend's with that particular person, or they don't want you're help doesn't mean it should stop you. They need help, and they need a friend to help them get strong enough to say NO!

So please lease guy's don't wait until it's too late.

Again if you know someone whose suffering from abuse, Call this number:

800-4-A-CHILD (800-422-4453), or your local CPS agency.

KIM OUT ✌🏽