"Repeat a lie often enough until it becomes the truth"
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In a three story house, inside one of the rooms, we could see five figures, four were beating up a kid who appears to be in his mid teens with iron rod, wipes, shoes or by simply punching and kicking him.
Sounds of bone cracking can be heard but it seems like the four figures didn't care.
The kid clothes were toned off and could barely even cover him, his whole body was covered in deep knife and stab wounds, their were also multiple blue and bruises. The kid could barely even breath as another kick landed at his chest, that seems have let all the air out of his lungs.
TING!!
TING!!
Two of the four figures stopped as they checked their phones, they seems to have received some messages.
Seeing the two figures stopped, the other two also stopped, as they both looked at the two figures with a curious expression on their faces.
"Roy!, i think we need to leave now!" said the women to the man in front of her, the women appears to be in her mid forties, with long dirty blond hair reaching her waist, dark black eyes, with long lashes, and milky while skin with rose like red lips.
She also has some winkles on her face, which she was able to hide with her makeup.
But looking at her face one could say that she must have been a beauty in her younger days.
The man heard his wife and shifted his gaze from the message to her.
The man name is Roy, he too appears to be in his mid forties with long jet black hairs reaching his shoulder, deep dark crimson eyes with long lashes, and a pale white skin. He face was rather attractive even while being in his forties, with sharp jawline and a muscular build.
He nodded his head, then he look at the thing he was beating.
"What about this?" he asked, while pointing at the kid who he refer to as "thing", his voice sounded without a single bit of concern as if the kid life didn't matter to him.
Everyone gaze shifted to the kid who still seems to be breathing, his breathing was low almost faint like a whisper but he was breathing which was a miracle of it's own, after all the beating he has taken.
"Father, leave his responsibility to me and big brother." said the girl with a cheerful manner, as she looked at her father with pleading and innocent eyes, but her face which was covered in a bit drops of blood didn't give her an innocent look.
The girl appears to be 17 or 18 years old teenager. She has long black hair reaching her neck, dark ocean blue eyes with long lashes, her skin was cream white with a mole under her right eye. She has a cute face that can make anyone think of her as nothing but a cute little angel.
Her name is Maya.
Roy gaze seems to have soften at the sight of his daughter, his eyes were now filled loved, as he patted her head.
"Of course my little angel." he said in a sweet voice he could muster as he ruffle her hairs
He then looked at the boy, the boy has long blond hair and red eyes and a attractive face to the point that he could make any girl faint on spot. He was cleaning blood stains from the iron rode with a white cloth, their was no expression on his face but he looks like he was bored.
"Ren make sure, this thing doesn't cause trouble." said Roy, as he looked at Ren with a serious face, but their was hint of love in his eyes for his son. He then give one last look to the thing before leaving the room with his wife.
The women kissed both of the children on their forehead before following the her husband.
Now it was only the three kids in the room. The daughter looked the door she then turned around with a smile on her face, which quickly vanish as she looked at her big brother.
Ren looked out of the window as he saw their parents leave the house in their car. He then looked at her and nodded his head, Maya smirked as she looked at the kid on the ground as she licked her lips as her gaze looked at the thins between his legs. She then started removing her clothes not caring that her brother was in front of her.
Ren did the same thing as he too started removing his clothes, following his sister.
Now both brother and sister were naked, looking at the kid who now curled up into an corner, he has a fearful expression on his face, his eyes which were both shut because of the punches he got, but he can sense that something worst was about to happened to him.
"Ready for getting fucked up, Alex baby~" said Maya as she moved towards him, she then bend down and started removing what little clothes was left of his bruised up body.
Alex the name of the kid that has gotten beaten up, he could barely even open his eyes, since his whole body was hurting like hell to the point that he could not even move a muscle.
Maya removed his clothes or what left of them, her brother Ren started tying up Alex hands in ropes not caring about the tears that were coming out of his eyes after tying him up he looked at his sister who seems be playing with the sharp knife in her hands.
She was about to throw the knife behind Alex when her foot slipped from the blood on the floor and she accidently throw the knife at his chest.
STAB!
Alex body trembled for a movement before he become still, his mouth was opened as blood started coming out of it. The knife seems to have dug deeper inside his chest, piercing his heart, and coming out his back. Alex face become deadly pale as he looked at the culprit with no emotions in his eyes.
GASP!
He gasp for the breath before he stopped moving.....permanently.
"W-what... t-the..."
"F-fuck!!"
Both of the sibling panicked as they didn't know what to do, the one who was panicking more was Maya since she was the one who stab Alex in the chest.
Maya quickly pull out the knife hoping that it could save him, but it seems to have made the wound more worse, the movement she pull out the knife, more blood come out of his chest covering his whole body, but after 5 seconds it stopped. Not because he was healed but because their wasn't much blood on Alex body.
They both started panicking more and more, moving from here to there, not knowing what to do.
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Alex(pov)
'So this how i die huh... well it was good while it lasted.' i thought as i could feel the pain that was coming from my chest disappearing slowly and slowly. And soon i was starting to lose the feeling of my body.
Breathing was getting hard and hard. My eyes were also getting heaver and heaver.
It is said when a person is in his/her dying movement their life would flash before their eyes, mostly the good memories and some bad one's, but in my case it seems like their were no good one for me.
'Maybe because i don't have one.'
All i know is that the movement i was bone, both of my parents have died in a car accident.
'Well atleast that what i was told.' To be honest i don't know if it is true or not.
But their is a saying that if 100 people says something then it naturally become a truth, even if you presents the evidence of it being a lie or a false statement, at the end it is you who is consider an idoit or someone with no intelligence.
'But this thing only work on someone like me, not on other.'
When i was a baby i was send to an old looking orphanage, where i spend the first 7 years of early life. The life in the orphanage was hard.... very very hard.
Their was not enough food and water for everyone, not even a proper sleeping bed for children as someone of them were told to slept in the floor, their was not even better bathroom or any of the basic necessary things.
Even the clothes that was provided to us were old, worn out with multiple holes in them and some were left bare. But in this regard i was a bit lucky to get clothes, it was nothing but a small grey shirt that only reach till my knees.
I spend most of my time in the orphanage broken library, reading books that i find interesting, i don't really have a friend in the orphanage as nobody want to associated themselves with a crippled like me. That's right i was bone with a disability, i can't speak.
I was a mute.
And because of this disability a lot of children take advantage of it and started bullying me, since they all know that i who can't speak will not be able to tell their crimes. I who was all alone could do nothing but endure the tough treatment.
Not because i was a coward but because, i couldn't fight back against 10 or 15 children's. If it was one vs one i was confident that i can handle them. But against 10, i could only pray or run away hoping that i would outrun them.
Forgive me but i am not batman.
I even tried to complained to the caretaker, telling her by writing in papers ( Yes i know how to read and write ) but she just ignored me and sometimes she would even mock and make fun of me for being unable to speak.
'That bitch.'
I mean from what i know is that the orphanage was run by a elderly couple, a husband and wife in their sixties.
The wife was the caretaker of children's, a job which she was very poor at, And her husband was the head of the orphanage. They didn't really care about the condition of the children's, nor about the building which really needed some maintenance.
The funds they were given for the maintenance of the building and for the children's education by the state government were spend on their livelihood and for their two children's education.
That's right they were stealing the funds given to them by the state government.
How a child know of this inside information ?
Well one day i was running away from the bullies, and to hide from them i accidently enter the office of the Head. And their i found some paper that contains about the funds that were send that year, and some bills in where the funds were spend.
I was shocked and angry at them, but after a while i clamed down, because even if i know about them stealing the funds what can i possibly do to them.
I mean, i was a mute, i didn't even know sign language that were made for people like me, since in the Orphanage Library their was not a single book about it, neither anyone in the orphanage know sign language.
And even if somehow i were to tell the children's, they would not even understand what funds are, after all for them getting food and adopt was more important, then the the head of the orphanage stealing funds.
I could have tried to contact the police but some the stories i have heard about them is that they are corrupts and rotten to core, and if i were to complain they might snitch on me.
So that's why i didn't try to contact the Police, After all trusting a agent of government is like trusting someone who knows everything about you and thinking that they will not sell you out for their benefits.
And i live my life just like that knowing that i was powerless, and could only watch.
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But all of it change when i turned 7 years old.
I remember that night clearly, that movements is deeply rotted into my memory.
I remember that it was a rainy night, with huge thunder storm.
THUNDER!!
BOOMM!!
A loud thunder echo outside the orphanage, i flinch but didn't stopped as i was following one of the older child, since the Head has call for me in his office, and soon i reach their.
I saw the caretaker talking with two unknown figure, one man and one women, as i enter the room, they stopped talking and turned their eyes towards me.
Their eyes seems to be judging my every move and one was even evaluating me.
"Is this the kid ?" said the unknown men, as he looked at me up and down, as if trying to see what so special about me.
"Yes sir, his name is Alex." said the caretaker as she moved towards in my direction and started patting my head.
As her hand made a direct contact with my body, i couldn't help but feel scared, because she has never treated anyone like this, much less me a mute child.
'Why is she touching me like this!!'
"His!? are you telling me this kid is a boy." said the women she seems to be surprised, as she looked at me closely, while examining my face, like i am some sort of item.
"Yes my lady, he might looked like a girl but he is indeed a boy." said the caretaker, after hearing her statement the man and women were both left surprised.
'They talking about my appearance ?' i mean i know that i looked like a girl, since i was born with a girly face, and i am even wearing a girl dress right now. But i never felt insecure about this, after all to me it was nothing but a face.
But that's not important, surely they all just didn't come to the orphanage just to see if i am a guy or girl right!!
'Are they here to adopt me?' i thought as i glanced at the men and women who were now talking with the head of the orphanage, something about my upbringing and how i behave here.
'They surely are here to adopt me.' since their is no other reason to come to this orphanage, in the middle of a night. If they are not going adopt a child.
'But why me.' i thought, i was not special like, nor i was good at any thing, infact i was someone looked down upon, someone whose existence was despise the most.
My thoughts come to an halt as i saw the unknown men taking out some heavy thick bundle of cash, he then handed the bills over to the head. The head quickly took the thick bundle of cash with a greedy expression on his face, he then licked his finger and started counting them one by one.
'That's...a lot of money' i thought while looking at the thick bundle of cash.
'It seems like these guys are rich.' although i don't know how the money works, but looking at their clothing and their lack of reaction after giving that much amount of money.
After he was done counting, he let out a satisfied smile as he looked at me then at the couple.
"Well then, i will take care of all the paper work...." he paused in mid sentence as he signal the caretaker who brought some paper.
She then handed the papers to the men and women.
"...you both just need to sign there and this child is yours." he said as he pointed where to sign, both men and women read the document first before singing one by one.
'Did i just get sold...???' i thought with disbelief, as i looked at the happy faces of the caretaker who seems to be saying something to me, like behave yourselves in your new home and don't cause any trouble for your new parents.
'Am i some sort of item...' They didn't even asked for my permission, if i wanted to go or not, then again why would they need my permission, since i was nothing but a item for them to sell.
I have always wonder aren't orphanages are nothing but a place that sells children's legally.
I mean think about it, why were orphanage were made, so that they can give shelter to the children's who lost their parents or too those who were abandon by birth a place to live.
"A place they all can call their home."
But for some orphanage like this one, it is nothing more than a business of child trafficking, here they can sell the children to the peoples who wants them, the highest bidder wins.
And looking at the faces of the men and women, i have a bad feeling.
' i should be feeling happy right, that i am finally getting adopted.' But something inside me is telling, that something really bad is going to happen and i should just run away.
'But run away to where??' i mean i can hardly even outrun the bullies, then how am i supposed to outrun an fully grown adults.
After they were done talking, the women put her hand in my head.
"Welcome to your new family." she said with an unknown smile on her face, her eyes were closed.
'She does seems like a person i could trust.' i thought while nodding my head.
Soon i started following the man and women who were now supposed to be my new parents.
As i reach out of the orphanage gates, it was a weird feeling f leaving something behind, after all i have nearly spend 7 years here. I couldn't help but glanced back to take a one last look at the place.
'I'm sure not gonna miss it.' i thought as i moved towards the parents, not knowing that i was going to regret having these thoughts very much in the future.
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'8 years has passed since that time...'
Now i have finally turned 15 years old.
'I mean, i am basically a teenager now.'
I thought as i looked at broken mirror, which display my nude reflection.
My face has become more girly. Now it was even hard to identify if i was even a boy, without them spreading my legs.
But that's not all!!
My skin was pale white to the point it looked like a blank white sheet, their was also come cracks in it too. It was all because i have not seen the sun for the past 3 years. My hairs dull black in colour with a bit of pale white mix in them.
They were long enough to reached my back, my eyes were dull black too with long eye lashes, but the thing about my eyes was that, their wasn't a single bit of emotions on them, they looked dead, as if this person has lost all hope in living.
'Which is true....sadly'
Then comes my thin and boney figure. My body was thin showing my skeleton like frame, but that's not all, My was covered in so many scars, their were hundred of them, burn marks which were dark black in colour, some stab wounds and multiple small and big bruises.
How did i become like this ?
Well the answer is simple, the day i was brought here, the couples immediately dropped their happy mask, they didn't want a child, since they already have two children's of their own.
All they wanted was a punching bag or in their language should i say a stress reliever. The one that wouldn't break and can last long, But at first they didn't started beating me, since they want me to last long.
So at first they told me to do all the chores of the house, which was not that hard since i used to do it a lot in the orphanage, i was not perfect in some chores like i don't know how to use a washing machine, since in the orphanage all the children would wash their clothes with their hands and i did that to here too, but this didn't sit well with them and because of this they started beating me.
i cried to the point that my tears were empty.
i tried screamed but no sound come out of my mouth.
i beg for them to stopped while bowing in my knees putting my head down
But those monsters.....they didn't stopped as it seems to have fuel their happiness more and more, to the point that they increased the amount of force in those punches and kicks.
'That's was the first time in my life, i was beaten *that* much.' It was a painful experience, even the bullies didn't beated me that much like how they did.
That night i was not able to sleep. How could i, since my whole body was hurting like hell, even laying down on the floor was hard, and even trying to lift an arm was taking all my will power. And as if gods were laughing at my misery, the temperature at that night was cold.
And the next day the parents even let two of their children's join the fun too, almost as if they wanted them pass down their teaching to their children's.
So yeah my life was like this getting beaten up in the morning because i didn't learn how to cook the breakfast. In evening getting striped in front of them ( not like i had clothes to begin with ), why just because they felt like it, at first time it was a humiliating experience but after sometimes i got a habit of it.
They would also make me wear come clothes which were to revealing to the point that they didn't even cover any part of the body, it seems like they were made to revel more instead of covering.
Night times were the worst as the whole family would tired me up in fours with ropes or in chains and stuff a peace of clothes inside my mouth and ganged raped me.
'It's hurt.' but they would not stopped as they take turns on tormenting me.
But that wasn't all they did. Sometimes they would even starve me for weeks, giving me very less and less amount of food and water, just enough for me not to die.
I didn't even have a room, i would sometimes slept in the hallways after all most of the time i was in their bedrooms getting hardcore fucked by them, then after they were done they would throw me to the side of the room or worst tie me up upside down by the ceiling.
But in winters it was bad, they would put me outside of the house in every night time without any clothes on, and would watch me shiver like a frighten kitten. They would sometime even let out a laugh as they have their feast.
'Standing naked in the winter was not a good experience at all.' because of this winter's become a season that i hated the most.
And all of this goes for straight 8 years.
8 fucking years....
'How did i survive for that long is something even i don't know.' i mean i always wanted to kill myself, i even tired it. But some obstacle would always come in my way, and then after failing for 102th time i stopped doing it.
The only thing enjoyable in this house for me was the TV in which their were multiple series and movies to watch and a broken phone that my step-mother shrove it in my ass. In it i was able to read so many novels, watch anime and manga.
The were the only source of entertainment for me in this hell.
But just like someone said "All good thing must come to an end."
Like today i was just like usual sitting around the corner with a blank expression, because after what happened at the last night i can't even move my legs....not because i was tried but because they were broken.
Yeah apparently my step-father used too much force when he was putting it inside me, and his position shifted as he landed on full body on my poor legs, breaking them in the process.
So yeah right now i am permanently can't use my leg's anymore according to the doctor's but they all seems too happy as they said now i can't run anymore from them.
'Sick people they are.'
Funny thing is that doctor also saw my suffering but when he saw the money he was given to keep his mouth shut, he decided to ignore my suffering.
I even tried to say something but he just ignore me like i was a dead person.
'Dickass.' i thought as i saw the dickass leaving, then i fall down from the bed with a thud.
THUD!
And tried to crawl away from the room, a last try to escape from the fate, but my shitty luck, as shitty it was
The door open and Maya saw me and i saw her, she was holding something weird arm length stick. Seeing me crawl, she called her parents and they dragged me into the bed by my useless legs, beated me up for hours and hours again.
Then they dragged me back home and tried me in the basement, and beated me up again and again, After her parents left she and her brother were planning on raping me again, that was until her knife accidentally or not hit me in the chest.
Which leads to the current situation.
'Well at last this suffering end's.....' were my last thoughts, before everything went dark in front of my eyes.
My only hope was to "Never wake up again."