The unwanted Past

I kept telling myself that I had no other choice. I did what I could at that time to survive in this world. But still, the lingering feelings of guilt won't leave me

alone. I began working as a male escort in a night bar at nineteen. I still attend school but I don't see the point of doing it anymore. it's not like I am any good at studies either. People often talk about the importance of having dreams and the happiness of pursuing them. But I never had time to think about my

goals, so I don't quite understand them. my parents were never that rich, but we had a house, and dad works your regular office job. Mom was a warm person, always caring about dad and me. We usually have meat on Saturday to celebrate the whole weekend. And I always notice the small proportion of meat on my mom's plate. She always gives her shares to dad and me. Dad was a loving father and husband. Even though we didn't have much, we were happy. So after they died in a car accident, I lost everything, including our house and only family.

Uncle and aunties argued over who would take care of me. Finally, the long debate ended in the conclusion that sending me away to an orphanage would be better. The money from the accident was dissected among my uncle and aunties. In the name of the expense of a funeral. And some of that money was given to me as a

parting present. I didn't even know what was happening to me at that time. The people in the orphanage told me they would release me once I reached the age of eighteen.

Life in the orphanage was not that bad; some kids often bullied me in the hopes of releasing their anger of abandonment. But it was not that severe ever. But the adults were the real demons there. They saw the kids as nothing but a means to release their pent-up frustration and twisted sexual desires. There were only three girls in the

orphanage at that time. One was eight years old. The other was the same age as me, and one was sixteen. some days the so-called adults remove their masks and reveal their ugly sides to the sixteen-year-old girl. Most of the kids were well aware of the evils of the house.

But no one could dare to raise their voices. After they fulfilled their lust, they left the girl in that awful and devasted state. And on the next day, act as if nothing ever happened. the girl seemed to be bullied at school, too. she was barely holding onto life in that hell. And one day, when the pain of being struck by the ravaging beasts became unbearable, she jumped from the window. It was a sad fate. Unwanted by parents, continuous pain being defiled by others mentally and physically, and no hope for the future. That's how I saw life extinguished in front of my eyes for the first time in my life. They were exposing the true evils of the world to me for the first time. The orphanage put together a grand charade to gain public goodwill and extort money from them only to fill their purses. they carried out the burriel of that girl discretely. Because they can not afford to show their real face to the world.

After the short and cheap funeral, if you even can call that funeral. People from the orphanage didn't even bother to spend money on her coffin. And buried her in the ground to be decomposed

by the soil. Once the funeral was over, all the kids received a mobile phone from some political figure and were told that if we ever were to face any problems, we would be promised

help from the government; all we had to do was make a phone call to the NGO that they are running. But as they say, no hope is better than false hope. Some kids made

a call the very next day. But they never got through. And a few days later, the adults confiscated all the phones. Because a kid tried to film the adults while they were beating and abusing the kids. But all the effort ended up in vain. The kid was beaten down like an animal and sent to confinement for a week. The adults thought that if that kid were to die. Suspicion rose

among the people, so they at least didn't let him die. But death could have been much better in his current state. All because he was trying to save other kids from this hell. In the end, we never saw him again. Because the president gave the responsibility of taking care of that kid to his son. And the word demon was best suited to him.

He was around the age of seventeen. He knows no mercy and shows no remorse for the life of others. He was short-tempered and treated us like the dirt under his shoes.

One time a kid spilled water on his pants by accident, and he beat the kid to the inch of his life. In the end, he stopped because he was late for his taekwondo practice.

Some time passed, then, on a fateful day. A couple came to the orphanage. And took a liking to the nine-year-old girl and adopted her. After a few days, the press and public officials

knocked on the door. The girl told her adoptive parents the story about the orphanage and asked them to help other kids. The news spread worldwide like wildfire. Press put the true identity of the orphanage to the world to see. The president with his son escaped to another country, and all the other adults were

prosecuted for various crimes. The people were astonished by the farce of the orphanage. After some time, public authorities sent some kids to a different orphanage. While people adopted others due to pity. Most of the kids were gone