Trigger Warning
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Slowly the kid lost its hope in the world filled with cruelty. Being neglected, he started living outside the house more than inside. He seldom came home. When summoned, he didn't dare defy it. To the world, they were a perfect family, only he knew the truth was much darker.

He preferred being homeless than stay in this extravagant illusion.

No one was his. He wasn't anyone's.

For the society, his father had enrolled him in school, and often bullied for coming in tattered and dirty uniform, he was picked by the other rich brats.

It was funny that there was no one to apply any salve on his wounds, they were a mark of mockery for the others.

Life taught him to be tough and so he was or that's what he thought.

When he was in middle school, one night,he was alone in his room, or so he thought he was. He heard a set of footsteps approaching his room and with a bang, it was opened. Poured in were a bunch of teenagers, all double his size.

Fear gripped his heart, when one cornered him, gripped his mouth so as to not scream. Another ripped his shirt. Another brought a blade in front of his eyes.

Wide eyes pleaded that night, as they razed down his body. Marking him forever.
Unable to bear the pain, he fainted, only to wake up the next morning in his own pool of blood.

He swore, one day he would leave this hell forever.

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