PROLOGUE (#)

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I remember seeing his face.

 The sadistic look on his face.

 The way he laughs as he abuses me. 

The way he kicks me down.

 Those things enter my mind, haunting me.

 But I never felt anything.

 He punches me and lashes me with a belt.

 He kept on calling me worthless.

 Somehow, I wanted to fight back.

 But it was pointless.

 He laughs hysterically as he looks onto my bruised body.

 Darkness takes over me. 

The pain beating around my body. 

The slits on my arms still bleeding.

If only my father hadn't died...


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