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My now pathetic and fragile body met the ground severely. I coughed out some more blood as he lifted me up again. I put my hands faintly in front of me, signing that I have no more energy to bear all this now.

My vision became hazy when he aimed straight at my right eye. I fell backwards on my back, breathing heavily. A tear escaping my eyes as the pain was now too much to bear.

He kicked me towards the wall and I screamed. A crack was heard when he stepped on my leg with his rough timberlands, indicating that I now have a broken leg.

"P..please...s..stop," I managed to whisper al last. "What did you say!?" he shouted and now his eyes darkened even more.

He lounged towards me and gripped my hair tightly as like a lion grips his prey. I whimpered as he repeated his question. "What. Did. You. Say?" he emphasized every word clearly.

When he understood that I am not going to open my mouth, afraid that he would hurt me, but its the either way. Therefore, he grabbed my jaw harshly and forced me to open my eyes. "Open your eyes and speak!" he commanded.

Obeying him, I weakly opened my eyes and then my mouth to speak, but ended up vomiting out some blood. Everyone seemed disgusted by seeing that, so did him.

"Either speak or I beat you more!"

I inhaled shakily and began speaking, "I...s..said...p..please...s..stop." He yanked me away with such a great force that my head hit with the pillar. I arched my back because of the throbbing pain. It felt like all bones breaking at the same time.

I laid there covered in blood and now ripped clothes, hoping that they would go away. I then heard a bunch of footstep heading towards me. My heart rate increased again, expecting that they would beat me up again, but I guess I was lucky this time.

They all went away.

I laid there as a wasted trash, waiting for the waste collector to get me up, but who would pick this trash like me? Who in the world would help me?

Any friend of mine?
I don't have any.

Any teacher or professor?
The campus is now closed.

When I felt adrenaline rushing through me, it redirected my blood towards the muscles, and a surge in my energy and the shaky limbs, relaxed the airways to give my muscles more oxygen.

Gathering up some energy, I got up and then grabbed the pillar for support. I immediately felt a burning sensation in my leg where he stepped on. I took a moment to examine myself and only one word could describe my present condition....wasted.

I somehow managed to drag out my injured body out of the campus, ignoring all the fresh bruises and the unendurable pain. I had to walk back home because I don't have a single penny to pay for a public transport.

The first thing that will come in your mind after reading this will be that I am poor and belong to a poor family.

No, but yes at the same time.

I belong to a middle class family who consider themselves as high and very rich class people. My mom always spends her time partying and out of the city and my dad, he is an alcoholic and a gambler. I wonder what if they do are my parents.

They don't consider me as their daughter, but a servant who has to obey them no matter what. My parents don't like me, they never did from the day I was born.

They both wanted a son, but ended up having me. They both decided to waste me away when they found out the gender, but I still don't know the reason what made them change their mind.

I am invisible to them as a family member who lives in the servant quarters in the backyard. I don't even call it a quarter.

Peeled off painted walls, with such a low and freezing temperature. The room is perfect for the summer days, but when the autumn draws closer and the winters knock on the door, the room is just a useless shelter.

With a moth eaten mattress and just a light quilt to cover myself, I live in that so-called shelter. But still I'm grateful to that. Its better to live in a destroyed place rather than being wasted away on the day when your gender got disclosed.

But sometimes I really wish to be wasted away on that day, but every time I think of it, all possible negative and torturing thoughts come swarming in my mind. I really do wanted myself to end, but its really hard to consume the fact that I'm still living and open my eyes everyday when I wake up.

I'm still thankful that I'm living at least somewhere and not on streets. I only get one meal a day and its my choice whether to eat it at once or to divide it in as three regular meals. Sometimes, my huger does not co-operate with me and I end up eating all at once, leaving me starved for the night.

No money to buy books for the college, a hand me down uniform given by the neighbour's daughter, one sweater and a hoodie for winters and two ragged t-shirts and a pair of torn jeans to use in both seasons.

I got back home after hours of walking and went straight to the backyard and then to the quarter. I cautiously took off the uniform and went inside the bathroom to clean the wounds. Rather than directly standing under the shower, I soaked a piece of cloth and gently put it one by one on the gashes.

As soon as the wet cloth came in contact with the first wound, I lightly hissed in pain. Whenever the cloth touched any wound, the scene kept on replaying of how he tortured me back in the campus. I think I should get addicted by now because it's the daily thing, them beating me up without any reason and being the weak person I am, I let them do it.

After dressing them, I put everything back and went out to wash my uniform. The weather was gloomy and appeared very sad. Sometimes I wonder that even if the nature is sad or happy like us and I think I have a strong bond with it.

I hanged the uniform on the clothesline and walked back inside to clean the house before father comes.

This is who I am and from here starts the life story of me, Kim EunHae.

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A/N:

Hey pals! I hope you are all fine, happy and healthy in this Covid-19.

And here is the new chapter *bows 90.10 degree down*

Do tell me how it is.

And....I've got nothing more to say😁😉

Anyways,

DiNg DoNg 🔔

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