Can you imagine a world without sound, colors? A world where you are stagnant without the ability to express the slightest bit of emotion. What would you do? What kind of live would you live or would you have to ability to survive?

This was the world a girl found herself. She had no idea if she had a name or not, or rather did she have one and was later stripped of it. As long as she remembered she was called things like ‘Stupid, Useless, Trash.’ Till she was seven she honestly taught those were her name. Her Father was an intelligent professor before he succumbed to alcohol while her mother was one of his student who fell deeply in love with him. Some would say even up to the point of worship.

Now she was a girl of eighteen or so she thought. Her parents weren’t very sure. Her father wasn’t a very patient man, added to the fact that he often drank himself to a stupor made him an extremely mean man. One night while her mother was still pregnant, her father went out. Coming around 3am in the morning drunk as a sailor, he was confused as to why dinner wasn’t on the table for him. Unknown to him in his drunken stupor that it was extremely late, he proceeded to beat his pregnant wife while yelling at her for being useless. Although the beating didn’t last long as he was stupid drunk it did a lot of harm to their unborn child. Unknown to them, because of it their child would be color blind and cripple from the waist down.

That was the day the little girls life turned into hell. Although she was still unborn, she was already hated. By her mother because she saw her as an inconvenience and because now she couldn’t go out partying and drinking with her husband and she was sure her husband was sleeping with someone else. Without anyone to blame, she laid it all on her unborn child. Her father because he simply didn’t want to be a father, didn’t want the hassle of raising a child or spending money on it. The only reason they didn’t abort her was either because they didn’t want to spend the money or didn’t have any to spend.

And so the little girl was born into hell and, adding to her circumstances her parent discovered her disability. From that point on, she was locked in the basement of their house far from the world where she would not embarrass them. And so the little girl grew up with no educating, affection or light, she learned to rely on herself and only herself. All she had to accompany her in this world of boredom was books, she even thought up to a point that it was all normal, from the beating she received when her parents wanted to relieve some stress to being locked up. It all changed on day when she was five, she decided to pick up a book and read. At first she wouldn't make out what any of it meant but slowly after a period of 2 days she was able to read at a college level and write at it too. If anyone had seem her, they would be indeed shocked. It seemed that as she lost a lot, the heaven had decided to bestow upon her peerless intellect that surpassed the geniuses of this world or any other. But no one was the wiser, even her. Her parent didn’t even bother to check the intellect of their child.

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Days passed, spring came, winter went and so life went on. six years passed this way as the little girl did the only thing she loved doing or could do. Read. Now she was eleven years old and her mother had gotten pregnant again and given birth to a boy. This time her parent doted on him because in their eyes he was perfect, their perfect little boy who they named Prince. Literally named prince.

Five years went by. In the basement of a very lovely home in the middle of a common street, a little boy could be seen kicking a sickly girl who looked to be in her teen but was very malnourished. It was indeed the little boy named prince, and he had grown up to be a little terror, while his parent did and gave him everything he asked for.

That was the night she died. Kicked to death by a little boy who was supposed to be her brother while her parents encouraged him on. If it was known to the world that a girl who was the smartest the world had ever seen, with the ability to comprehend everything she read to the core and could duplicate the science she read in the books and could also improve on it. If they knew that such a peerless genius was being kicked to death, they could have coughed blood. And so the little girl laid there dying, she was not angry at them. No she was feeling emotions she never felt before.

The years she had suffered under their tyranny had forged her to be cold and uncaring. It could be said that while she was being beaten she did not cry out or show any emotion which led the little terror to be infuriated and beat her some more, even to her death. But she was not mad, for the first time ever, she showed and emotion she hadn’t become. She smiled, because she knew it was over. It was finally over and she could get to rest.