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I was standing in front of the mirror looking at my messed up state. I can't believe i managed to survive another day. For a normal human being of age 13-18 they can survive without food for 8 to 21 days, if they drink water. But i still managed to survive without food or water for 4 days, haha new record i guess.

i sat beside the closed door and stared up the ceiling. In my whole 4 years of existence i never knew this would be my fate but the later 11 years got me to know about it.

With a big bang, the door got opened and there stood the son of satan, my step dad.

He looked at me and spit on only 3 words "here's your food, dog." Maybe for him, his these 3 words would be also very expensive for me as he barely talks, and when he does, i swear to god i wish to twist his tongue and seal it inside his throat.

He gave me a dirty smile and closed the door with a loud bang after throwing a closed plastic bowl.

I scoffed at his words and went towards the bowl which was on the floor. it didn't took me long enough to realize the food was stale , of course why would the bloody rich Thomsons would use their just $5 to give me food. such broke asses. i pushed it away as i felt vomiting from the foul smell and went towards my creaky bed. The only thing i liked about the whole situation was that i was able to live alone without listening to their ugly voices and see their fake care in front of others.

It all started from the day i was in the womb of my mother. After getting to know that there was going to be a girl child my bloody father forced my mother to abort me . Well she did protested against his actions but men are men , so he kicked out my mother. Her family didn't accepted her as they thought that 'a wife should always obey to her husband and keep him as her first priority' .

She found herself a shelter but there was no food available. She was not able to keep it and the neighbouring people had to take her to hospital. I was born prematurely for this reason. i had to be kept at hospital for 3 months and my mother was not able to make it and died after giving birth. After recovering i was given away at an Orphanage.

Over there i had the best frickin 4 years of my life until and unless the Thomsons came to adopt me.

The Thomsons, what can I even say about them. Their masked up sugar coated faces which lure everyone is something I hate to the core. These people are the ones who can make anyone do anything with just one threat, the death threat.

It's obvious that these people are nothing but underground criminals who kill innocent people for their satisfaction. The police and officers are also all under these Thomsons so no one can even go against them. From the very starting, i have seen at least 3 people getting killed infront of my eyes at my first week of stay. And now seeing people getting killed and tortured is a normal thing. Maybe that's why watching horror and ghastly movies never scared me.

The reason i am locked in this shabby room is that i 'by mistake' poured John's (son of the Satan) Colombia exported coffee on his shiny moon like bald head. and i swear to god that was the reddest moon i ever saw after the coffee slid down from his moon. After that his face was also just as red as his head, and then they dumped me here after obviously giving some beatings to me for my carelessness.

And here i am, in my comfort room with my roomies or you may say my emotional support animal. the rats. i know , i know it's disgusting sometimes people also need someone to talk to even the other one can't understand, they still need to vain out their emotions or words. and that's what i always do whenever i am locked in this room, and that is mostly thrice in a month with the days span of 4 days or even a week.

But the only that has triggered from the day one is the little curly hair brunette boy with eyes as blue as the sky simile. The last i saw him was when i stepped in this house or you may say tartarus.