[6 years later]
Life hasn't been so bad besides those first years of life with my sadistic father always hurting me when I wasn't able to control my crying and all of that. In some weird way, I get it; you know, I technically am the cause of my mother's death, which I'm sure she loved; I just wished he didn't ruin me in my new life.
The world where I arrived is fantastic, and it's covered in mystery and profound lore, but I can't explore much of it, not with what my father did to me as a baby. I don't want to sound too arrogant or bitter, but cutting my tongue and preventing me from talking at all has real-world consequences; for instance, I'm unable to use magic of any kind.
Any magical power requires the user to speak and say the conurbations with their voice, and it just so happens that my father purposefully turned me into a magicless mute. I've reincarnated into a fantasy land with magic, yet I can't use any of it, thanks to my dad.
All the kids at school also make fun of me for being the weird mute girl who can't talk back or even scream if she is in trouble. No wonder all the bullies at school always pick on me; what am I going to do, they think, tell a teacher about it? When I can't talk!? Damn them! If only I could snap their necks.
"What are you reading there, freak?" One of the mean girls in my class asks me as she takes away my storybook, the one I grabbed out of the library; it was an exciting book with many crazy stories of heroes and dragons alike, yet this interest was frowned upon by the cool kids at school who didn't let me have a single day of peaceful reading.
Since I couldn't speak or talk at all, I simply tried to ignore the mean girl by pretending like I didn't care that she took my book and it would have all ended up well if it weren't because they were simply way too mean to leave me alone like that not before they kicked me and trashed my uniform.
"What is a freak like you doing reading a book like this, uh!? Do you think a blue-eyed prince is going to come help you out!? UH!?" The main gal says as she kicks me in the gut, followed by her group of friends who all jump me while all I can do is protect my head and face in a fetal position until they are done with me.
"That should teach you, ahaha!" "What a freak, she never fights back" "Weirdo probably enjoys it ahaha!" All of them laughed at me while I was on the floor, shaking in fear of them, but they were all wrong; I would fight back if I could, but from experience, it's less painful to let them hurt me than to fight back and end up, even more, beat up.
All of the other children from the school simply stand and watch as the mean girls kick me some more until they are done with me; nobody ever stands up for me or calls a teacher for help; everyone just sits back and watches in my book they all also deserved death whenever I got a chance to enact revenge.
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Without much to do, I clean myself up from the ground. As soon as the girls leave me alone, I pick up my dirtied light novel story and place it in my small pouch backpack. For a second, I can't help but shed a couple of tears, which are filled with rage and sadness.
My guess as to why my life had been miserable so far was because I lied, and while I do not have it easy in this life, I have a life to begin with. I was meant to go to hell and die for eternity; I didn't have room to complain. This life might not be perfect, but it's better than being in the boiler room of hell.
Moments later, I'm done packing my stuff as the dismiss bell rings, finally letting me return home to my drunk father, who would probably beat me up as well since he is always passed out drunk when he comes back and when he awakes, he is too angry with everything to show me any love.
On my way to my house, I suddenly stumble upon my father getting kicked out of the local bar by some big dudes who laugh at him. I naturally run to check on my father, who angrily slaps me as soon as I get near him and then asks me to take him home, which I help him do.
"You're a good kid, Yui; never cry or make a fuzz now." My drunk father says as he simply passes out once he is back home lying on his bed. I can't help but feel even more depressed over myself; keeping a positive attitude in such conditions was a task too hard, even for a reformed person like me.
I had to find a way to gain independence from my father and get away from this town entire of people who simply don't give a damn about a disabled person like myself. It wasn't my fault I couldn't talk and therefore not be able to conjure magic! I was born capable!
Yet I can't do much now, so I simply walk to my bed and get back to reading my novel book to drown the feeling of sadness in a fantasy land inside my head. At least the characters in these book stories had freedom and happiness to help them out, which, in a twisted way, made me feel free and happy.
{Knock knock}
Suddenly, someone knocked at the door, and a threatening voice claimed to know my father. "Hey! I know you're home, Klevan! Open this damn door and pay what you owe me!" The man shouts ever so loudly while I keep as still and quiet as possible until I hear the door opening with a kick.
"You better find a way to pay me, Klevan! I've been, goddamit, you're passed out drunk again, you useless sack of shit. Wake up!" The tall, red-haired man slaps my father a couple of times, but my dad doesn't even move as he is way too drunk to feel such simple moves on his face.
"Hey! You! Tell this piece of shit Lord Auri wants his money by the end of the week when he wakes up! GOT IT!?" The man soon approaches me and grabs me by my collar, to which I respond with an obedient yet silent nod of my head, trying to let him know I will let my father know.
"What's wrong with you!? Why aren't you answering me!?" The man shakes me violently, trying to get me to talk, to which I try to point to my throat and show him that I can't speak yet. This only seemed to piss the man off even more than he was taking his anger out on me with the help of his belt.
"Also, let your father know this will happen more often to you if he doesn't pay up!" The man, who I didn't even know, soon started hitting me with his belt, leaving deep marks all over my tiny body and leaving me alone once I was covered in belt marks and scratches.