Epilogue 1
I should’ve died. Death is my only way of escaping from this abyss I'm living. I was hugging both of my knees as I sat down on a dirty mattress that my mother provided me. My room is in the attic of the house full of dust, spider webs, and bugs. I have another wound on my legs because my mother whipped me with a belt and she was hitting me with a metal part. I just let her hurt me until my body became numb. I don’t fathom why my mother was so angry with me. She should’ve been happy that I am her first son. It was very cold and the curtains were swaying from the cold breeze. I’ve heard that there was a storm in our city that is why I could hear the thunderstorm roaring in the sky. My hands were shuddering in the cold. My teeth gritted each other and my lips were almost dry. My father
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