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Who is the Real Obsessed Sniper?

“Why do you keep on acting like you’re so obsessed with me? But you won't let me see, your bare face?” Since I had a conscious about the reality of how the world turned around everyday, There’s no day that I’m feeling the pain every day too, like how the earth does its axis too, every day. My life has never been how I imagined my life was, but every time my tears started to flow from both of my eyes, I always felt familiar things from my heart. Every time I’m have a dream too, I’m seeing my younger self on how the life I always imagining. I’m obsessed on that life, I always wanted it, but how? I even don’t know who are my parents is, I just found myself growing in this hell, I mean in this mansion where everyday they made me feel like I am a trash that was needed to be dumped already. But they literally dumped me like trash one day when I just did is to question them how they treat me and do I deserve that kind of treatment. Someone help me but why life is really hard on me, life is really training to live only by myself. But during those hard days I had, I knew someone is helping me in his/her own ways beside God.That person acts like he or she is obsessed to me. NOTICE: This story is just  a fiction.Names,Places,Businesses and etc. Are not accidentally the same or unexpectedly the same with other stories and also in the real world either dead or alive. All Rights Reserved No to Plagiarism

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"No! Don't hurt me! Please Mommy, No!!!"

I shouted as she was about to hit me again using the lumber that she even brought till we reached this dark and dangerous place.

"I'll be good now, I'll work now without complaining and I wouldn't hurt my sisters just don't leave me here!"

I said while pleasing both of my parents because I knew what they were planning, they wanted me to leave here in this near the dumpsite place.

They were my parents whom I knew since I knew how a certain person's senses work. I loved them even though they show me the opposite of love, and that is hate. They were showing in their hundred ways.

When I found out that the thing they were doing was called mistreating, I questioned how my own family, my parents, the flesh where I came from, was doing all of these.

Yes I know they are my family because my sisters and I share the same features because that was also what people tell us, and if I heard my Mommy, she'll just smile at them but secretly glare at me.

But I got no features from my Daddy, and I don't know why. I don't know why also that at the age of ten, I realized that they are abusing me already in different ways. Both physically and emotionally.

And I don't know why I am still fighting if I can already end this like how the maids in the mansion were watching at the maid's quarters.

As far as I remember, this was not the treatment they were showing to me before, I have my two younger sisters who are twins. I have an older sister too, but I feel that she is not into me too, even at the first place.

They even sent me to a Private elementary school before, but when my sisters are already growing like me, they transferred me to a public school which they started to treat me like a servant.

Which I obeyed because I thought that being obedient to them can already return the good dealing or treatment that they did before.

I felt that I'm just an extra in this household and needed to be dumped out even though we are a family.

Somehow, I felt that there is more deep memory that I have than that, In the memory that I felt but I can clearly remember, I felt that I'm a Princess like how I always imagined my life was.

I glanced at my father who was watching me blankly, I tried to reach him to seek help and convince my Mother but when I already touched him, he slapped my hands away harshly.

The pain that I'm experiencing now is killing me slowly which is suffocating me already, because seeing them leaving me right now in this isolated place, is far from how I felt every time they mistreated me all over the years.

At this age, I witnessed and felt how they hate me, from showing me how big their hatred towards me. Even Daddy, I thought he cares because he once showed it to me.

But destiny really loves to manipulate my life because my Daddy, whom I thought that he loves me, almost humiliated me. He almost molested me.

I'm just a little bit thankful because the place that he was about to touch my genitals, his nephew, who is my cousin came and even with his blank expression. I thanked him for coming even though he is not aware or no knowledge of what is happening to me already.

But before that incident happened, I was 13 years old that time when I experienced being molested first by his amigo's who are old pervert dirty businessmen who looked like their businesses were about to take its fall.

They were about to gang raped me by touching my whole body but a sudden bullet was fired silently that shot the right arm of one of the old men who was about to touch me.

And I don't have any idea who that person is and I don't know why he did it, I even searched the place to know who that person was but, there's no mark who did that.

"Mommy, don't you really love me? My sisters have new clothes and toys but why don't I have those?"

When I was younger, One night I asked my Mother while she was massaging her temple and calming herself because she looked stressed and I thought that this is the right time to confront her.

She glance at me angrily because her eyes was shouting like a daggers that was ready to kill me,

"What?" She said while her voice was visible unbelievably and the way her expression is, she is more irritated that I talked to her.

"Why don't I have toys? I'm helping the maids well, but why do I don't have new and beautiful dresses like my sisters?"

I said trying to hide the tears that had formed already in my eyes because I smell some inequality in how they treated me compared to my siblings.

"Do I don't deserve to be treated like a Princess too? Even just for a day, can I feel that you love me too? Like Ariyana and my younger sisters?"

I questioned her with a fierce voice already gone with the soft voice and my tone triggered her to slap me, hard. Which makes me cry ready and I wipe those traitor tears that were overflowing from my eyes.

"You bitch don't deserve to be a princess because you are uh-, go to your room!!" She said I'm really full of these pain that they are giving me. I'm done.

"No until you give me those things like my sisters had!" I said and from my peripheral view, I saw my older sister Ariyana.

"Selise came here, mommy is tired," she said softly trying to be innocent and I know if that is fake or not.

But That doesn't make me calm and I want to voice out the misery that I felt but that was the one reason while I'm here right now.

"No!!" I shouted as she was about to pull me but I pushed her and I didn't control my strength causing her to lie down.

The force that I exerted is not that strong but why did she act like her energy was wasted because I pushed her down?

And when I glanced at Mommy, worried is visible on her but when she eyed me an anger was on her face again as she took the hot tea and sprinkled it over my chest.

The tea was so hot, this will kill me.

"You, ungrateful bitch!" She said after doing that and she went to Ariyana who is now smirking at me while I'm facing Mommy's back.

That memory when I was 9 years ago is also hunting me as they were starting to walk, leaving me. They didn't let me eat not until Ariyana's feeling was okay.

And Ariyana took the advantage of that and she took it long to pretend sick, and now, she is not only the reason why my parents are dumping me here already, in this bad smelly and dirty place.

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