“Mom..please……you’re hurting me” I said whining with pain.
“Mom, beat her to death! She has destroyed my play house” Mina yelled with anger.
“I didn’t mean to. It was an accident” I cried.
“Who the hell you think? Why are you being like this? You…” My mom beat me so hard that I fell onto the floor unconsciously.
I woke up to someone’s loud yell.
“Ah dad…….it tickles….mom!” It was Mina. She was laughing so loudly in her dad’s embrace.
“My princess, come here” My mom was extending her arms widely to embrace Mina.
She has never hugged me. Not once in my life.
I was watching the scene still laying on the floor, through a small gap in the opened door.
I felt so weak. I saw the dried blood of the bruises on my arm.
I wanted to cry. But I can’t. I’m so weak to the point, that I can’t even cry my heart out. I’m that much helpless.
Every day it is repeating the same thing. No matter how much I need to be loved, I only get hate. Every day, every moment. From my own mom.
I feel so tired.
I feel so numb.
I feel the need of leaving.
Leaving from all these sufferings.
'Dad, this is the world you left for me'