I was born on a day of sorrow.
My mother took her last breath the moment I took my first. They said I came into this world crying as she slipped away in silence. He called me his miracle, his reason to keep breathing. For three years, it was just me and my father, bound by grief and love. He gave me everything he had his strength, his warmth, his quiet hope that maybe life would be kind to us again.
But then she came.
His new wife. With a smile that never reached her eyes and children that weren't his. From the beginning, I saw the way she looked at me as if I were a stain on her happiness, a reminder of something she could never touch. My father still held me close, still chose me, still loved me more than she could bear.
That's when the beatings began.
She waited until he was gone. Her words were sharp, her hands sharper. I learned silence. I learned to bleed quietly. I told no one, except my father, when I dared. He didn't see it. Not then.
Four years passed in bruises and shadows before he finally noticed. He saw the way I flinched when she moved, the fear behind my smile. That night, he held me and promised we'd leave, that we'd start again, just the two of us. I believed him.
But she wouldn't let me go.
And in the dark, where promises should be safe, she took everything from me.
She took my life.
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