My name I can't think of as the sun beats down on me. I was walking across the street when a vehicle rushed around the corner. It was too quick to dodge. Besides I couldn't avoid even if I wanted to. Who would have thought that what they were thinking of for their future would end in an instant? Me no definitely not I had things to do people to take care of. I was always busy, and now I don't think I will last another minute.
With my back on the concrete, I saw that the person who had hit me parked their car. All that they are doing is hyperventilating, panicking, and some even vomiting. Oh, so there was more than one person in the vehicle. 'I'm glad they are safe.' I'd rather suffer than be the cause of someone's death or injury even in an accident caused by them. Looking up I felt like as if my body was made of led. Huh, so it is true when you die you think heavy as metal.
Soon after my vision started to fade out, but I was unwilling to let my eyes fall. Soon all I could see was black. The next thing I lost was my ability to hear. Not even the sound of horns and sirens were loud enough for me to understand. That was when white started to fill my vision.
It became so bright that I closed my eyes. When a loud ringing filled my ears, I repeatedly blinked while covering my ears. When the ringing ended I released my ears. "HaHa, look at that the insect she is so weak a meager kick can cause her to fall." 'What?' Soon my vision started to return. First I saw color. Then shapes and finally, I could see everything. "Den, I think we should st..." Before the boy could finish his sentence, I saw the one speaking thrown at me with a single punch.
This person looks to be around 10 caused someone his size to fly at me. Den the one who called me an insect started to yell, "Shut up, I do what I want, and you can't stop me." Being crushed under the kid, I felt like bawling. 'It hurts so much.' How is it possible for someone the size of a 10-year-old to cause me so much pain? Looking over I saw my hands covered in bruises and the size of a small child's. Seeming to be the hands of a child possibly a few years younger than those boys. 'I'm supposed to be dead. I don't understand.' Feeling the weight lifted off me I felt my cheek sting before I realized what happened. Straddling me the one who landed on me started to slap my face, " That's right if you want me to forgive you and let her off you need to slap her ten times. Keep slapping her, and I'll forgive you, Mack." *Slap* *Slap*my checks started to burn, and I felt blood well up in my mouth from those three slaps. *Slap* I want to get away, but I am pinned under the boy called Mack. Slowly images started to pop into my mind with every slap. I was slapped till my cheeks were swollen and cracked. Blood trickled down my face causing my vision to blur. Feeling Mack get off me I closed my eyes exhaustion caused me to close my eyes.
Opening my eyes once more the sun was down and the air so cold that I could see my breath. From what I learned so far this is not a dream. My name as of right now is [Abigail] my age is [7] and my fate isn't that great. The original Abigail died because that kid's little punch killed her on impact. She was harshly bullied and treated like as if she shouldn't exist. She was born with a curse one that makes her bullied by kids and feared by adults. She did not know what her curse was while she was alive. She was born into a family that was famous, so they claimed that their daughter died during childbirth. They abandoned her to the bottom of a cellar to be raised by criminals. For six years she was locked in a basement and lived with the criminals calling them family. Being trapped down there, she learned how to read and write, and age two all she was allowed to do was read. The reason being is because she wasn't a criminal, so they at least tried to make her behave and give her something to do.
When she turned six she was finally announced to the public when her parents were overthrown. Her parents were the head of the central branch family. The people who raised her were executed while she was trapped inside a room. She wasn't allowed outside and didn't get any food for three days. One day she was finally let out. That was when she found out to the people she called family was all dead. Forcing herself to eat she cried as she mourned their deaths. She grew up eating very little only tasteless stew and dry almost moldy bread. Eating the food that she was having now was like a feast.
Soon after she started to suffer adults were avoiding her. Children began to notice making them resort to bullying. She was beaten, slapped, stepped on, kicked, called names, and forced to do the child's bidding. Some even used magic on her. The parents wouldn't stop them though, and they didn't care. Also if she died to them, they would be happy to be rid of the thing that causes the fear.
All that lead up to the moment where I come in. 'I'll find out the curse. Ill eat food and most of all I will make them pay.' Glaring at the sky, I knew that experiencing what she went through. I now don't care if someone was killed by myself. With magic and strength being the thing that governs this world I will make them cringe beneath my feet. This I swear to get revenge for the kind Abigail that never broke until she died. 'I will express your anger that you didn't think possible Abigail. Now I am you.' Releasing a deep breath, I saw the air hollow from my breath.