Everyday and every night is a battle for those like 'her'...one of the Lower class of society. The lesser humans...the ones labeled as 'incompetent and useless'. And as the upper classes look down upon them,they are facing everything bad being shoved in their faces. A battle not just from the outside world...but also from within.
The start of everything...
She was just a simple girl. A girl who had nothing più to motivate her in life other than her dreams and ambitions. Determined to bring forth sustainment to her lone and only family,her mother,who works giorno and night everyday,doing jobs meant for men;chopping wood and sometimes even volunteering to help in construction jobs so that they could live another giorno with even a piece of pane in their stomachs. Not only was that her job,but she also taught her all she knew when she had the chance. Her father had already died from an accident...getting run over da some car while he was selling some snacks on the highway. They never did found the guy since he left immediately,leaving the corpse...but since then,life became harder for her and her mother.
That didn't stop her from helping though,even so much as leaving school just to sell small snacks like her father had. Of course,she only stayed within the borders her mom told her,she did not want her to end like her father. They were barely able to pay for a funeral service,after all. But then on the way there...a man,spouting out nice words,came before her.
She was too young,unaware...
The man had offered her...stuff,products that he sells,things that can guarantee her what she wanted most for her family,he had said. Well,he was giving her and her remaining family an opportunity to relax in this hard life,even a little bit...so how could she NOT accept? So started her little job of helping the nice man. Going to the outskirts and alleys of the city to sell his products to the who wanted it...needed it...and it was definitely rewarding.
It was not so bad,the money she got from the job made life less stressful for both of them. No longer will her mother have to overexert her body just for them to live another giorno with pane in their stomachs. She could just rest for once,a pause from going all out just for the both of them,to relax...and so she was thankful for the man. For all the rare times the man came to see how well she was doing,she asked him if she was able to meet her mother and he detto that he was too shy and that he was only busy enough to talk for a bit with her. So she kept doing her duty,going out everyday to 'sell' her snacks when in reality she just gave them to strada, via children to cover up,like the man had told her to do.
Then came doubts and suspicions...
Her mother was initially surprised but glad for the sudden change of pace of their everyday. They were now able to experience things they were not able to before. They were able to eat Cibo they had not tasted before,food other than just pane and water. Able to replace their old rags and re-used T-shirts with new clothes. Most of all,having to take a break from their desperate and energy siphoning lifestyle up until now. So with that,they decided to buy a new radio,as well...but it was at that moment that her mother had her doubts with her secret job.
Back when her father had just died,they had to sell off most of their appliances-or what was left of them- just to gain enough money to pay for his funeral and Cibo for the wake. Since then,they were only able to hear news da word o da listening da when their neighbor had their radio o Televisione on. However,now that they had enough money,they had bought a new radio to start off. Fixing up the antenna,a voice suddenly piped out as the girl turned the knob of the device. Her mother suddenly froze as she hears the news a man's voice was saying...It was a breaking news about Illegal Drug Dealership in the area.
So starts the beginning of the end...
Since then,her mother re-evaluated this sudden miracle,tied it with what she just heard and for this she smacked herself for not doubting sooner. However, try as she might,she cannot change the past,that time when she was so desperate for a little peace in her life that she accepted any miracle that came her way,and so because of this she deemed herself a lousy mother and vowed to watch over her child like a true mother.
For the most part,she succeeded,although she soon learned that working as an employee and working as a mother simultaneously was harder than it looks. At the same time though,the girl became restless,for she had not dato the man her reports on her sales. Why did her mother ban her from going to places alone? She did not understand,her mother had tried to explain to her about the law and illegal actions,but since she had left school earlier,she was simply confused,although she did know the word bad and the situation was turning bad indeed.
To ashes,to ashes...
There came a time when one called the police about the man but the man himself did not know who of his employees betrayed him. He fled away from the situation,his money along with him,filled with blazing rage on who inflicted this on him and so he dubbed the little girl the traitor for he had not seen her at all recently. That's a reasonable explanation,the man had thought,since it seemed really obvious that she was the one. So he hatched a plan to get her back,no matter if she's just a young brat.
Burn her house,he had decided,along with her mother who she loved so dearly. Spread a message to all his other employees that no one dare defies the boss...and so he did. On a giorno when the girl was busy doing errands outside while the mother cooking lunch ,he snuck inside with a few of his men,lucky that their neighbors are mostly ignorant. He spoke to her in a cold and cruel voice,tied up to a chair and her mouth covered up,they set the house ablaze the moment the fearful girl stepped inside. The men all retreated leaving the girl scampering to save her mother only for her to end up scorched and disfigured while her mother died an inescapable fate.
Good as bad,Bad as good...
She ended up an orphan,her only family left ending up dead in front of her face,the man she thought to be nice turned out to be bad and her face unfamiliar as she looks at a mirror. No one wanted her,she was a monster,they had told her,she killed her mother and so she was also a monster inside...no one could ever want her. But she only wanted to help her mother,she just wanted her to relax,to take it easy as she was always striving for them to survive and it turned out like this. So that means she's the bad one,but what about the man? Is he at fault? She didn't know what was good and what was bad anymore.
So now she's alone,left on the streets for that's what suited her,the neighbors had said. She was looked down upon da the people she thought she once stood with,she was now even lesser than them,a freak as the children had told her. Living off left overs thrown away da the trash,water from the well and cardboard for a bed. Just a nobody left to fend for herself as she had no one at all to trust.
Who...
She was losing it,she didn't know anymore,why was she there,why was she suffering,why does her head throb as she slept through every cold night. She couldn't think straight...was it the water? the cold pavement beneath her cardboard? o simply the constantly rumbling belly of hers? What kind of person was her father? her mother? herself? She was starting to forget...who was she?
Who am I?
How was she still struggling right now? Why was she still trying? She didn't have anybody anymore. No friends,no family,no home...and no dreams to motivate her. There was nothing for her left in this world,not even her identity. She doesn't even recall how she had laughed back then,how her face looked like before she had become a monster,and she had forgotten her own name...then who was she then?
Who.am.I?
If she wasn't innocent,if she wasn't normal,if she was a monster...then what does it make her?She just walked aimlessly,finding food,finding water...finding answers. Just walking and walking until her feet burned and her energy drained,until she collapsed with people just walking pass her. Just laying there,with nothing at all for her left...lifeless. She needed something...she desperately needed something but she didn't know what that was. Who...Who am I? Who.am.I? Then 'they' spoke...
Murderer,murderer,murderer,murderer,murderer...they always chant,and every night she would have nightmares because of that. That's right...she thought,i'm a murderer...but what do they do? They kill...they kill people like 'she' killed her mother,they had told her...and since she was a monster,that was what she was supposed to do,right? To murder...to kill. That was her identity,and she would keep that remaining thing with her until she dies...it seems she had something left,after all.
...Broken.
END.
The start of everything...
She was just a simple girl. A girl who had nothing più to motivate her in life other than her dreams and ambitions. Determined to bring forth sustainment to her lone and only family,her mother,who works giorno and night everyday,doing jobs meant for men;chopping wood and sometimes even volunteering to help in construction jobs so that they could live another giorno with even a piece of pane in their stomachs. Not only was that her job,but she also taught her all she knew when she had the chance. Her father had already died from an accident...getting run over da some car while he was selling some snacks on the highway. They never did found the guy since he left immediately,leaving the corpse...but since then,life became harder for her and her mother.
That didn't stop her from helping though,even so much as leaving school just to sell small snacks like her father had. Of course,she only stayed within the borders her mom told her,she did not want her to end like her father. They were barely able to pay for a funeral service,after all. But then on the way there...a man,spouting out nice words,came before her.
She was too young,unaware...
The man had offered her...stuff,products that he sells,things that can guarantee her what she wanted most for her family,he had said. Well,he was giving her and her remaining family an opportunity to relax in this hard life,even a little bit...so how could she NOT accept? So started her little job of helping the nice man. Going to the outskirts and alleys of the city to sell his products to the who wanted it...needed it...and it was definitely rewarding.
It was not so bad,the money she got from the job made life less stressful for both of them. No longer will her mother have to overexert her body just for them to live another giorno with pane in their stomachs. She could just rest for once,a pause from going all out just for the both of them,to relax...and so she was thankful for the man. For all the rare times the man came to see how well she was doing,she asked him if she was able to meet her mother and he detto that he was too shy and that he was only busy enough to talk for a bit with her. So she kept doing her duty,going out everyday to 'sell' her snacks when in reality she just gave them to strada, via children to cover up,like the man had told her to do.
Then came doubts and suspicions...
Her mother was initially surprised but glad for the sudden change of pace of their everyday. They were now able to experience things they were not able to before. They were able to eat Cibo they had not tasted before,food other than just pane and water. Able to replace their old rags and re-used T-shirts with new clothes. Most of all,having to take a break from their desperate and energy siphoning lifestyle up until now. So with that,they decided to buy a new radio,as well...but it was at that moment that her mother had her doubts with her secret job.
Back when her father had just died,they had to sell off most of their appliances-or what was left of them- just to gain enough money to pay for his funeral and Cibo for the wake. Since then,they were only able to hear news da word o da listening da when their neighbor had their radio o Televisione on. However,now that they had enough money,they had bought a new radio to start off. Fixing up the antenna,a voice suddenly piped out as the girl turned the knob of the device. Her mother suddenly froze as she hears the news a man's voice was saying...It was a breaking news about Illegal Drug Dealership in the area.
So starts the beginning of the end...
Since then,her mother re-evaluated this sudden miracle,tied it with what she just heard and for this she smacked herself for not doubting sooner. However, try as she might,she cannot change the past,that time when she was so desperate for a little peace in her life that she accepted any miracle that came her way,and so because of this she deemed herself a lousy mother and vowed to watch over her child like a true mother.
For the most part,she succeeded,although she soon learned that working as an employee and working as a mother simultaneously was harder than it looks. At the same time though,the girl became restless,for she had not dato the man her reports on her sales. Why did her mother ban her from going to places alone? She did not understand,her mother had tried to explain to her about the law and illegal actions,but since she had left school earlier,she was simply confused,although she did know the word bad and the situation was turning bad indeed.
To ashes,to ashes...
There came a time when one called the police about the man but the man himself did not know who of his employees betrayed him. He fled away from the situation,his money along with him,filled with blazing rage on who inflicted this on him and so he dubbed the little girl the traitor for he had not seen her at all recently. That's a reasonable explanation,the man had thought,since it seemed really obvious that she was the one. So he hatched a plan to get her back,no matter if she's just a young brat.
Burn her house,he had decided,along with her mother who she loved so dearly. Spread a message to all his other employees that no one dare defies the boss...and so he did. On a giorno when the girl was busy doing errands outside while the mother cooking lunch ,he snuck inside with a few of his men,lucky that their neighbors are mostly ignorant. He spoke to her in a cold and cruel voice,tied up to a chair and her mouth covered up,they set the house ablaze the moment the fearful girl stepped inside. The men all retreated leaving the girl scampering to save her mother only for her to end up scorched and disfigured while her mother died an inescapable fate.
Good as bad,Bad as good...
She ended up an orphan,her only family left ending up dead in front of her face,the man she thought to be nice turned out to be bad and her face unfamiliar as she looks at a mirror. No one wanted her,she was a monster,they had told her,she killed her mother and so she was also a monster inside...no one could ever want her. But she only wanted to help her mother,she just wanted her to relax,to take it easy as she was always striving for them to survive and it turned out like this. So that means she's the bad one,but what about the man? Is he at fault? She didn't know what was good and what was bad anymore.
So now she's alone,left on the streets for that's what suited her,the neighbors had said. She was looked down upon da the people she thought she once stood with,she was now even lesser than them,a freak as the children had told her. Living off left overs thrown away da the trash,water from the well and cardboard for a bed. Just a nobody left to fend for herself as she had no one at all to trust.
Who...
She was losing it,she didn't know anymore,why was she there,why was she suffering,why does her head throb as she slept through every cold night. She couldn't think straight...was it the water? the cold pavement beneath her cardboard? o simply the constantly rumbling belly of hers? What kind of person was her father? her mother? herself? She was starting to forget...who was she?
Who am I?
How was she still struggling right now? Why was she still trying? She didn't have anybody anymore. No friends,no family,no home...and no dreams to motivate her. There was nothing for her left in this world,not even her identity. She doesn't even recall how she had laughed back then,how her face looked like before she had become a monster,and she had forgotten her own name...then who was she then?
Who.am.I?
If she wasn't innocent,if she wasn't normal,if she was a monster...then what does it make her?She just walked aimlessly,finding food,finding water...finding answers. Just walking and walking until her feet burned and her energy drained,until she collapsed with people just walking pass her. Just laying there,with nothing at all for her left...lifeless. She needed something...she desperately needed something but she didn't know what that was. Who...Who am I? Who.am.I? Then 'they' spoke...
Murderer,murderer,murderer,murderer,murderer...they always chant,and every night she would have nightmares because of that. That's right...she thought,i'm a murderer...but what do they do? They kill...they kill people like 'she' killed her mother,they had told her...and since she was a monster,that was what she was supposed to do,right? To murder...to kill. That was her identity,and she would keep that remaining thing with her until she dies...it seems she had something left,after all.
...Broken.
END.