Cruel world

She walked under the rain, all soaked up, drenched and cold. It was a dark misty night and she walked aimlessly and bare footed close to a major road. Cars droved passed her as they speed away splashing water all over her, but she didn't seem to care. Her journey was aimless but her thoughts were deep. She was a young girl, fragile in looks but with deep scars on her soul. Her days were nightmares for her painful experiences was always in her head. Her mind kept replaying the tragic events causing the arousal of fresh pains. Yes! Pain is all she feel; the sole reason she feel alive and not lifeless. It now constitute her existence. An intrinsic part of her. At nights she didn't dare to sleep for her demons would torment her wretched soul. Her whole being was shakened. The trauma made her a traumatic, scary and unusual creature. She had no fear for humans, just her own inner demons. It was killing how the past events had shattered her beyond her comprehension, and repair. She felt doomed and to her, her existence was her bane. She wished she was granted the luxury of dying that day. The cursed day that, the horrific incidents took place. A day that forever changed her life. Giving her a deep scar, a mark that no baptising can erase. That day, she lost all she had and all she knew in a painful, cold, bloody bash. Oh! Their screams; always ringing in her ears deafening her from any other sound. Even her faith, beliefs, dreams, identity and hopes were gone. Just like a blown out candle, her old self has been blown out by the terrible incident. Never again will she have sweet dreams nor inner peace. One thing that was certain in her life was the cold truth that she was alone. Alone, in an empty cruel world, where to her eveyone was a monster hiding beneath clothings and the mask of a pretty face.

She thought about all the misconceptions and false tales her parents made her believe. Why had they lied to her? she pondered bitterly. Why were they so naive and blind about how mean and wicked reality truly is? Why did her folks believe in those passed down crap traditions and worthless values? She remembered her mom's regular dictum; "bad things never happen to good people". Hahahahahahahahahaha! Like a wrecked psychopath she laughed loud, her laughter echoed, filling the cold night air. Oh! " what fools they were" she said loudly. If her dad wasn't so trustful he would have read the documents before he signed. Out of trust he signed away all he had without knowing. After acquiring the documents, the one he trusted the most stormed into their beautiful, happy home with those cold blooded hoodlums. She still remembered vividly as if it was reoccuring. How her mom was raped to death, while her dad helplessly watched. It was the first time she saw him cry like a new born to the amusement of the devil he called a brother and to the delight of those beast-like men. Her younger brother who was just twelve years old, was smash against the wall and his skull broke displaying his brains.

Gosh! How she and her dad screamed out of horror and immense pain. Her brother was dead, her mom was lying dead in front of her eyes. She shut her eyes remembering how ready she was to die, but to her dismay they left her and picked up her already spirit-broken father. She still heared his screams to date. He screamed with so much pain as his eyes were plucked out, his balls cut off, his ears and fingers too. With a sharp blade, the word 'loser' imprinted on his forehead. Then they placed him on her thigh while they all watched him bleed to death. With horror shaking her whole being, she watched the evil doers drink to her father's death. Her father's younger brother, the mastermind of the tragic event looked at her with satisfaction saying. " I had a serious crush on your mom, too bad she had to die this way. It was a tough choice but nothing will be more hurtful to your dad so I did it. Her only crime was to marry your dad and your father's biggest crime was to trust me. Well, you're a replica of your mom, for that I won't kill you. I will spare and keep you as my sex slave". He walked closed to her dad and bent closer to his ears. With a cold smile he whispered, "I hope you heard what I plan on doing to your little princess". After those words he laughed hard and loud and his thugs joined him. With his last strength her dad shook his body violently in protest then passed away. She didn't utter a sound. Her voiced seized, tears just flowed but her mind was gone and she was subconscious . Never again will she smile nor forget this day. She will never be happy nor normal. With a broken soul she resigned to her fate of been a sex slave to her monstrous uncle who destroyed her family in her presence. She was held as a sex slave for a year. Her uncle had AIDS and six months later was diagnosed with lung cancer, due to his chronic smoking habit. He died three days ago after wastefully spending the money he stole from her father. After his pathetic death the house was seized by the bank due to the debt he owed the bank.
Today, she is free from sex slavery but she has AIDS. She has lost it all. No family, no friends, no belief and above all, no will to live. She is broken, ruined, homeless, demented, lost, hateful and pregnant for that monster. Of what use is her freedom? She thought. Of what use is her existence? She questioned a mute universe. She kept walking hoping she would fall soon and death finally would be kind enough to take her, before she takes its responsibility.

The earth is beautiful, with so many beautiful creatures; but inherent in those beauties is an ability to be a monstrous entity. You can't claim you know a person until you see the limit of his inherent evil. Only the one who knows how decieving appearance and actions can be will be safe. Only when we understand the cruelty of life, can we treat it with the caution it deserves.