Painful.

All she could feel was the suffering.

Nothing much than that.

She seems to have been born with the choice to be harmful, to be abused, to be treated as scrap.

"Sob... Sob... Sob.."

She still remembers the awful episode that she had as if,

"No.. Please!"

It had taken place yesterday.

"You useless girl! Why would I be so unlucky to have you as my daughter."

She and her mother are nobody.

The man with the beard, yanked her black hair roughly, hoisting her head up. Inside the palm of his hand is a folding knife. Dark red blood dripped gracefully on it.

Nobody wants them.

"You can see this flowing blood, right? It is your precious mother's blood," he said, cynically.

Even the world...

"My dear Aoi, you must be able to guess what will happen next, don't you?"

Just letting them both be beaten,

"No.. Please! Just let me go.."

Tortured,

He shook his head, not liking the answer. His eyes were blazing with hatred. No water can pull off the fire that's been boiling inside of him.

He had enough!

He had suffered for a good time.

Acting like he's a charming, warm-hearted husband makes him feel sick!

He doesn't love Aoi's mother nor either the girl.

Many wicked plans running in his mad mind and one of it is to lay down the sharp, beautifully carved knife on those two necks.

And killed.

He throws a last look on his daughter before giving her a sweet smile.

A smile that Aoi and her mother always hoped for.

"You will follow in your mother's footsteps!"

The man edged the knife to her neck with a vicious laugh coming out of his mouth.

"Goodbye, Aoi."

Nobody cares for them.
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"All it takes for me to have the freedom is to seize the first step and I'll be willing to do whatever the risk it brings even if it's cost my life"

My name is Aoi and this is my story.

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