Author’s Note: Hello, fellow… whatever you are’s! This is my first ‘Real’ work that i will be doing so i hope you can enjoy this newbie author’s fiction!
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Hi, I’m currently floating in an empty black space, and yes it IS what your thinking. I died… the way i died? It’s infuriating, frightening, and just straight up embarrassing.
Hmmm, maybe i should tell you, my imaginary audience, about myself.
*FLASHBACK START*
My name is Krystal Hellinger, yes my last name is in fact a little weird, but everyone just calls me Kry. I’m a 17 year old college student, I was put into an accelerator program when I was 12 because everyone was saying that I was a ‘genius’ or a ‘prodigy’ but weren't they the ones that were just stupid? I mean all the work was sooooooo~ easy. Well back on track, I graduated high school when I was just 14, and middle school in a similar way at 13 years of age. I left elementary school at 10 years old, but because of my age, and how ‘smart’ I was, everyone treated me like an outcast, everyone but my mother.
Well i think i should talk about my personal/family life a bit more. My father was an abusive asshole, he would always beat my mother and I to the point that we couldn’t walk. This of course just made him beat us more because we were ‘disobeying’ him. By the age of 6 i had already developed androphobia, which is a phobia of men.
Because of my androphobia i always avoided the opposite sex as much as possible, especially since the boys around me tended to misbehave, and bully others it only got worse. At 8 years old my father in a drunken rage did something unthinkable, he, raped, me,… this was traumatic experience for me, what a just anxiety of being near men turned into absolute loathing, and fearing them in a single night.
I wanted to end it all but i couldn’t, because i also feared death, so i just went on with life as it was. But it didn’t stop there, not at all. The bastard kept on coming more, and more frequently. My body had matured faster than most so at the age of ten i looked like a 13 year old. when i has turned 11 my father started to invite his ‘friends’ for ‘game’ night making my life so much more miserable than it already was.
I was lucky that it didn’t last forever. No, if it had gone on much longer I would have taken my own life. When i turned 12 my mom finally lost it she decided to call the police on my father in the middle of one of the ‘parties’. The shit head had noticed that my mom was on the phone, though he didn’t know it was the police, because my mom claimed that she was calling her friend.
Mom was half dead already when the door was broken down. I was laying on the fool with a lifeless expression covered in their ‘juices’, and wasn’t paying attention to what was happening around me. Next thing i knew i was waking up in a hospital bed. We were free at last finally rid of that ‘thing’ that had tormented us daily. i had spent a month in had hospital room so they could treat the myriad of diseases, and infections i had.
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After i got out of the hospital i was then transferred to an all-girls school, that accommodated to students of all ages, and year levels. That school to me was nothing short of heaven, something i thought i could never have but could only gaze upon. I was able to live a relatively normal life after that, because the whole incident was covered up never making it to the media.
Everything was smooth sailing from there, I graduated at the top of my class, and entered the best univesity around. I decided to major in game development as a programer, and even made my first friend in college of couse they were all female friends, though I had recovered enough to tolerate being around men themselves i still had a deep seated hatred for them.
In this place i learnt what love is, and how to feel joy in my life, everything felt so much brighter when in love so much happier, though i knew it could never come to be since they already had someone, and were in fact engaged. i just wanted to be by their side with them, because this grand feeling may one day slip away so i wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. Since she would never want to be with someone like me, i hid my feelings away never wanting to reveal them to the outside world.
Of course this didn’t last long by the end of the year she died, her throat slit after having her hands and feet cut off, at the hands of her own fiance, though he got off without charge. I was enraged by this, so i hunted him down like the trash he is, and I butchered him alive. With this done i became apathetic towards those around me other than close friends, and family (which only has my mom in it).
So now onto how i died. I was raped, again. On my way home from college taking my usual route i was suddenly attacked from behind when i regained consciousness i was naked in a cement room, with a man standing in front of me with an erect penis. I recognised him as one of my classmates. There was another there too, probably one of his friends. The two of them had their way with me for a while but then got bored with my lack of response so the offed me right then, and there with a bullet through my skull.
*FLASHBACK END*
That was how i died, and ended up here in this dark space in front of this little girl that is calling herself a ‘goddess’.
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AN: Hope you enjoyed even though this is a ‘little’ dark i promise it will get better in the future! I just got too enthusiastic when i was thinking of a backstory so i came up with this :P