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"OUCH, THAT HURTS..." I screamed, as a group of people pressed their hands against my head, trying to crush my mind. They pushed so hard, it felt like they wanted to destroy my brain. No one was there to help me. My mom stood silently, watching everything without saying a word.

"Please... stop it... hahaha... it hurts..." I cried out, tears falling from my eyes. Now they were whispering hurtful, cruel things into my ears. One person held down my legs, while another gripped my body painfully. My heart ached, my body screamed in pain, and all they did was laugh and glare at me like I was some kind of monster.

"You're going to regret this soon," I tried to push back, but their grip was too strong. I was helpless... so I laughed through the pain.

"CHARACTERLESS. SHAME ON YOU. YOU DON'T EVEN DESERVE THE LORD," one of them yelled, eyes full of poison. Another tried to chain my body.

"I didn't even do anything wrong. If you think I did, maybe the problem is you," I said blankly, a small, bitter smile tugging at my lips.

"See? She even dares to talk back to us," one of them sneered.

I laughed softly, looking at them. "Do you think you're strong? You think this is funny?"

That was all it took. They began kicking me in the chest—right where my heart was. My mother shed a tear watching me like that... but still, she remained quiet.

"Tell me more," I whispered. "I want to hear more. More toxic, hateful things. Curse me. Insult me."

I glanced at my mom again, hoping she'd do something. But she just stood there, crying... and did nothing.

My heart was throbbing with pain and sorrow. I couldn't find any way to stop them. My body was going numb. My head wouldn't move. The sweaty strands of my remaining hair clung to my burning scalp. My eyes were red and teary from crying, my ears bleeding from all the hatred. My legs trembled, even under their control.

Every muscle and bone in my body ached, breaking apart from within.

"Weak bitch," one of them muttered, looking down at me like I was nothing. "She used to look at us with pride. Now she can't even move."

I chuckled quietly. "Says who? There's no one here but the monsters in my own monsters trying to hurt me," I told them flatly.

"Shut up and stay still—or we'll cut your tongue out," one of them hissed, eyes blazing.

I smiled and went silent. I had no control anyway.

"Instead of talking back, why don't you just shut up for life?" They moved closer. The crowd became clearer now. One... two... three people. Four, five, six on the left. Seven, eight, nine, ten on the right.

"Where's my mom?" I whispered. "I want to see her... just once. I need her. I hope she knows I'm in pain. She must be so worried about me."

I looked around desperately, searching for her in the crowd. But she wasn't visible.

"MOMMMMM! Please help me! Please help me, Mom! Put tubes on my legs—do something! They're hurting me, Maa! Please, save your child. Listen to what they're saying to me. Please, Maa, I'm your favorite..." I sobbed, searching for her in the crowd.

Someone from the crowd stepped forward. "She's not going to help you. She doesn't care about your drama. She's with us now."

And my already shattered heart cracked even more.

"Maa... please, one last time," I whispered. "My mom loves me. She won't let me suffer like this. Please move..."

But... I was wrong.

I froze when I saw her. She was standing there, smiling warmly at the other children of the people who were hurting me. She looked so satisfied... happy, even. But when her eyes met mine, they were filled with nothing but pain. She smiled from her heart at them—but when she looked at me... it was as if I didn't exist.

"I accept my fate," I whispered. "No one is with me. I'll accept it. Even my mom doesn't want me. I accept it."

Then I looked at them all—at the monsters—and said with calm defiance:

"But everyone who dared to hurt me... will regret it soon."

And with that, I closed my eyes, smiling through the pain. A painful... yet peaceful smile. The kind that said:
Finally... I'm going to be free from this hell.