Angel

“Mom! Dad! I am scared! I am scared, Stop please”
“Ahhhhhh “I screamed as I woke up sweating, my heart beating really fast, my body trembling. It’s been already 7 years but these memory keeps on hunting me, breaking me to pieces when I am already shattered in million shard. I am terrified of night because everything I buried deep in me comes back alive, hunting me, breaking, and tearing me until there is nothing left of me. “When are you going to get down and make me a breakfast!? You good for nothing! ” screamed a gruff, rough voice of my uncle, hindering me from remembering those memories. I slowly lift my body from my bed and dragged myself to the mirror. I am always afraid of what I see in the mirror, a pale face, dirty black hair, chapped thin lips, and brown, monolide eyes that is so lifeless and empty. As I slip of my dirty cloth, I look at my scrawny body filled with black and blue color, my neck filled with red bits which makes me want to puke, scream and scratch it off. Every day I cover it with a lot of bandage, and every night there are more.
I gently wore my school uniform and tried to take one step to go down but an immense pain shot through every corner of my black and blue painted body. “Arghhh “I fell on my knee from the terrible pain. He was too rough yesterday, beating me till I fainted. “Yuko! Come down right now or did you forget the pain of yesterday, do you want me to remind you of it again! “My uncle threatened me. Hopping in one leg, I tried going down as fast as I could but fell from the stair right into his feet. I looked up to see him snickering so disgustingly, his black dirty eyes filled with something that makes me shiver in disgust, it turns my stomach, making me want to puke. I stood up hurriedly and dashed into the kitchen to hide myself from that monster. I want to cry but my tears have all dried within, even if I am brutally beaten, not one drop of tears falls from my eyes - have I become a living dead? “Give me my breakfast fast and get out” scowled my uncle and walked away, as I watch his huge back. How will it feel if I bury this knife deep in his back? – I wonder if I will be able to feel alive again.
But I know I won’t because the burning fire of hatred deep within isn’t for him but for the persons who are responsible of all the misery in my shattered life, it is for my parents. My worthless, coward parents who left me in this cold world at the age of nine. I used to live happily with my parents when I was young. Even if we were poor or we had a huge debt I was always happy with them but I guess that was not the case for my parents. They were tired of working hard, frustrated from all the debt so the only escape they could find was commit a family suicide. They jumped from the bridge and they forced me to jump with them but I survived. After that I had to live with this monster who called himself my father’s friend. “Give me my breakfast! You freak” screamed my Uncle again snapping me from my daze.

I hurriedly gave him his breakfast and rushed out that place before he utters another nasty words and before I stain my hand with his dirty blood. I ran, I ran fast as I could to somewhere I could be alone, somewhere I don’t have to be beaten, reminded of my past, and face those ugly monsters. I ran towards nothing, I ran with no destination, I ran while all the immense pain shooting in my body, it hurt so much as if my body was tearing into pieces but I still ran, till I reached a place unknown, face unseen.
Thump! I fell to my knee from the intense pain and from the lack of air. In this place unknown I sat in my knee and watched the sky- has it always been so bright? “You okay miss?” spoke a gentle, sweet voice snapping me out of my daze. I looked up to see a person in his late 20s, he had a soft light brown eyes sparking with so much life in it. He had a short curly brown hair with a small bang that looked soft and fuzzy. “Um…miss, are you okay?” asked that person so gently. He slowly put out his hand in front me. “Here, hold my hand “he whispered as he lay his hand for me. Why does he care for a Stanger? He must be up to something! I got up quickly and tried to walk away but everything started to spin around, everything was fuzzy, I couldn’t balance myself, I knew that I was going to hit the ground in any second. I tightly closed my eyes so that it could somehow prevent the pain I was going to feel. But the only thing I felt was two soft hands around my waist and warmth of someone. “You can open your eyes now” said someone. I slowly opened my eyes to see the person from before holding me close and smiling brightly at me- ah so he helped me but why? He gently pulled me and made me sit on the nearby bench. Why is he helping me so much? Maybe he is trying to trick me, then do something bad to me. I should stay away.
“Hahaha, you don’t need be so suspicious me, I am just trying to help” he said while laughing. “By the way what’s your name?” he asked, only curiosity written in his eyes. Why is he asking me that? I just stayed silent. “Hmm, so you’re not going to tell me your name?” He questioned “Well then I will just call you yuki because you’re as cold as snow” he said. What a rude person! “So yuki, why were you running that way?” He questioned. His words hit me hard, I had completely forgotten about my uncle. Oh no! I didn’t go to school, they will probably tell him and then he will …. ! I have to go! “Yuki! What’s wrong? Why are trembling so much? “He asked worriedly. I have to go! I have to go! I tried to get up but suddenly he holds my hand. “Hey yuki! What…..” he stopped talking and when I looked back, I saw him staring at my black and blue painted hand. Nooooo! I pulled my hand quickly and hold it close to me. “I see! So that’s how it was.” He said, his voice was so cold that shiver ran through my spine. “You’re not going back.” he declared, face filled with seriousness. What! What is he saying! How can he order me like that? I could feel burning anger fill me.
“Who do you think you are “I screamed at the top of my lung, He looked so surprised. “You’re just a stranger! What right do you have, to tell me that?” I yelled at him. “Just because you helped me! Doesn’t mean you can say what you want! It’s my life!” I screamed all my burning anger. Silence filled the air as I stopped screaming. I closed my eyes to calm myself when I was abruptly devoured in a warm huge. I was so shocked! not because he hugged me but because it felt so warm and nice. How long has it been since I was hugged? “You’re right. It’s your life but do you want to live that way?” He whispered sorrowfully. “I am a stranger. But aren’t the people in your life a cruel stranger too?” he asked, his voice filled with sadness. His words hit straight through my heart, I could feel something melt in me. “Why do you care? You don’t even know me?” I murmured softly. He pulled me out of the hug and looked at with such an intense eyes filled with sadness.
“You remind me of my dead sister” he said with trembling voice. “My parents were divorced, I lived with my father and my sister lived with mother. I didn’t know that mother abused her. I couldn’t protect her from my mother’s abuse, I couldn’t stop her when she committed suicide” cried he. His eyes were filled with tears. “Only you can fight for your freedom! No one deserves to live that way not even you, so runway with me.” He whispered softly to me. All of those words kept hitting me like an arrow, I could feel a different emotion, emotions that I never knew. Why do I want to believe him so much? This is a bad idea but I want to go with him.
“And how can I trust a complete stranger?” I asked him. “Then can you trust the people in your life?” he asked. He was right! There was no one to trust in my life. He is a stranger but I felt so safe with him. Why? I completely believed him even if I just met him. It was truly amazing how easily he melted my heart, which was frozen for 7 years. “Will you really give me a better life?” I asked him. The look of happiness that passed through his face made the corner of my lips move up a little. I can’t believe it! I was just about to smile? “I will!” he exclaimed happily. I had heard, “When our heart is broken in many ways and we have no hope, then god will send us our angel to help” and finally at the age of 16, god had send me, my angel, the one to take me away from this hell.