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No
N-No
¨NO!¨
I Woke up with sweat running down my forehead, my breathing deep and heavy, and a look of terror in my eyes...
another nightmare...
I sighed deeply as I softly laid back down, the sound of the rain pouring against the glass windows could be heard all across the castle, although it could be a relaxing sound, I was unable to sleep after my nightmare, or should I say memory
a low and unsteady breath left my lips after I remembered the terror I went through as a kid...
for the longest time, I have pushed away these memories but lately, they seem to be hunting me. almost every night I would see flashbacks of me, me getting hit, me getting beaten up for nothing and as much as I hate to think about that part of my life, it is still a part of me, the me I am today is thanks to everything that happened, and as strange as it may sound, the traumas I went through as a kid and teen, made me stronger.
as a child, I lived a very happy life, but one night there was a brutal attack on the village as some sort of revenge...
many people were injured and some even died, my parents were 2 of them, they where protecting me as we ran towards the forest to escape the vampires, my parents have always been very protective of me, they always told me im special and I needed to stay away from those dark creatures, just like any other parent would. the attack was brutal and I don't remember much, just that my mom screamed at me to run, later I found out my parents had passed away
at that time I was only 7 years old and I didn't really understand what happened...
but being 7 I was brought to an orphanage
I somehow made some friends but that did not mean I had a great time there because there was this one woman who just couldn't stand me.
Karen
a mean 70-year-old woman who always carried a wooden stick with her, she scared the kids and even the other staff
she didn't like kids at all and would often hit them, she was a truly sick woman, she would mentally and physically hurt all of the kids and some of the staff members there
I lived like that for 8 years, from the age 7 till the age of 15, it all ended when she passed away on Christmas, damn how much she hated that holiday! she would always say
¨ Christmas is stupid, the real believers like me know better! we should pray and not celebrate a fat man coming around and giving presents!¨
she hated presents, every little thing that would send us joy would infuriate her! but on Christmas day we unexpectedly received a small gift from one of the staff members, Solar, she was one of the only staff members that were actually nice, but when Karen saw the present she was outraged! she grabbed the gift and stormed through the door, she ran towards the street and threw it on the ground and started to kick it and step on it, but karma got after her because as she was seeing red from anger she accidentally misstepped and fell hard on the ground...
a little too hard
because poor Karen couldn't get up, I luckily didn't see what happened but I do remember the other kids telling me that she was taken to a local hospital but she passed away of her injuries
and although i felt bad for her because no one deserves to die, part of me felt relieved...
but as the years passed it didn't get any better because of the hundreds of rules set for humans In this kingdom, there is a curfew for example, everyone has to be inside a house or in a slum when the clock hits midnight, if you don't make it on time, you will get punished, and that is something no one wants, because the next morning you will be taking to the town square and everyone has to gather around to see the person be punished, for violating the curfew a punishment of 10 times getting hit by a wip is imposed, for insulting the royals or fighting with the guard, is the punishment, death or the chambers. its extremely cruel, but no-one can do anything about it..
