*Pov: Natalie*
My family was always poor.
It is not really strange in this world for a family to be poor. The different groups hold the right to choose who gets credits and who doesn't… Despite our poorness we managed to keep on living…
Me, my burly father, caring mother and my adoring baby brother, Thomas. We kept on living.
...For 16 long years we kept on living.
Father had lost his job at shippings. And money got more tight than ever.
...We tried to make do however we could… But without a working family member we were good as dead…
...I was taken 3 days later. In the night after my 16th birthday…
...They kept us in cages… Like animals… ...They treated us as even less than animals.
...Sometimes.. They did things to me…
I kept trying to escape… Trying to break out of the cage, even made a ruckus about how my family would try and find me…
...That's how I learned
...My family… mother and father had sold me…
…
…
They moved me underground. The other slaves whisper of this place… They call it hell… it's where they break you, where they build you anew… They put me in a dark room. One without anything in it. One with soft walls…
...The things they did to me in the following days… They weren't as bad as when they did nothing…
...The silence was worst…
Sometimes they would go weeks without visiting me… I know because they feed us once a day through a small hatch…
… I was so afraid of that silence… It was so loud in my head when I was alone… I was afraid… what would the silence do to me…
Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.
Eventually when they left me alone for multiple months ...I... could fight no more against the silence… It was easier… to let it in.
...They began to feed me themselves because... I... stopped eating...
...They began doing things to me again because ... did not fight back...
...It is easier….to just stop… there was no purpose in action...
...No purpose in...being...
.
..
…
….
..
.
“...I know. You are not humans.”
…
“..You already gave up on being human… You are not one… it is easier to not be one… nothing hurts anymore.”
… Don't know that voice...
“But are you really satisfied with that?”
...satisfied…? who…?
“...Yeah… there is still something right?... Something you must do… something deeper… “
...Thats right...what happened to Thomas…?...
“There is still that, right? That one thing that matters. “
…Thomas…
“Even now. Remember it… I know. Returning to human is still too difficult…”
… Can't go back…
“Then don't. But you still have to accomplish it Don’t you?... that one thing…”
...Yes…
“You don't need to be human to accomplish it. Do you?”
...Not...human?
“...You don't have to feel... Do you?”
...don't need to feel...
“...Forget humanity… Forget feeling… Leave those to me… I will do them for you…”
...Can rely on you?...
“...But fight back… fight for that one last thing.”
...ok.
“...Move your body… Fight for it…”
Struggle.. It has been so long… Struggle so hard…
… Manage to move…
…It's the most beautiful being in life… An angel that descended to mortal plane to save this...
“..Good job…”
...His words are like a warm balm… Together with the angel... can do it… Will fight.
“...Welcome to:
my pack.”
Yes!