"Reporting live with the legendary Michael Gleidenfield himself! So Michael, how do you feel to be recently the ranked number one hero in the world?" The reporter said anxious about what Michael would respond with.
"It is a huge responsibility, but I swear on the name of Michael Gleidenfield that I will protect this world from the dungeons that have inhabited our land! I hope to stri-," Before Michael could even finish his sentence, I turned off the tv full of grief.
"Why is this happening to me" I said, seething from unbearable sadness as I cried . My name is Scarlet Evernstein, and I live a very pitiful life that I hate myself for. I lived in an abusive household you see. My father was such a sick and twisted person, that I even questioned how such a monster could be related to me. He was very abusive towards my mother and me even though his life was complete trash. He was full of greed since he came from a very well off family that ran a company.
Thinking he could just rely on his inheritance to live a full life of comfort without care, he never once tried to learn about the business whatsoever. However, tragedy struck the company as both my grandparents were brutally murdered by my uncle who lived in seclusion fearful of my father who threatened him to live like he was dead in order for my grandparents to give him the full inheritance. When my uncle did this he not only stole all the fortune, but also fled as well leaving the burden of the company to my father. Since my father lived without a care he ultimately failed the business with his limited knowledge. This then caused my father to turn to alcohol and women to drown out his worries, but in the process he accumulated a mountain of debt.
Worried about the loan sharks coming after him he thought up an elaborate plan to deceive my mother into falling in love with my father, while he was pretending to be a prominent man in order to fool my mother into marrying him. His plan turned out successful and he continued to be a loving and fake husband until I was conceived. When I was born my father changed completely, and revealed the truth about everything. My mother, completely heartbroken by the deceit she received by the one she thought was the one, tried to run away with me away from my father. Nevertheless, my cruel father wouldn't allow it, instead he showed my mother abusive behavior everyday to try to coerce her into selling me in the black market to help pay for my father's debt. Even so my mother would not yield to my father, and continued to protect me through all this abuse. When I turned eight I was taken away from my father who then sold me to a buyer that my dad found on the black market probably. No matter how much I kicked and screamed to try to get away, My father would not let me go.
In a panic I screamed at my horrible father, "Get away from me! Mother said I didn't have to go anywhere with you!"
However my father didn't even flinch at my remark but instead whispered in my ear with a chilling tone that told me, "You're mother's not here anymore, She's dead. I finally killed that stupid bitch after I was so fed up with her. Now do you get it? You have no one you stupid girl,
so just listen to me unless you want to end up like that whore." It was as if the naïve little girl I barely was had finally opened her eyes to the harsh reality of the world. My heart had dropped to my stomach after I heard those nasty words. I was stunned and shocked at how one could be so evil towards someone else. Broken from the truth, I went with the unknown man fully knowing that I was heading towards a horrible future. But who did I even have anymore? I had no one to turn to now so what was the point of even resisting? Freedom? To live how I want? What's the point anymore.. Knowing this cruel world, I'd eventually lose that too.
As I followed the man back to his abode, it was quite lavish as expected. Since he bought me off from my father. However when I just started to enter the house, the man dragged me into the master's bedroom and threw me on the marvelous navy blue bed as he stripped off my clothes. Since I was but a defenseless small little girl I could barely process what was happening to me let alone defend myself from his advances. That night was the worst night I ever experienced in my whole life. The nightmares from that night I still get come in flashes of the indescribable pain I felt. I felt extremely more violated and ashamed then when my father sold me away to pay for his debt prior to that night. It was a night full of terror that I experienced at only the age of eight. Why did this happen to me? I never even asked to be brought to this world, so why did I have to experience this tremendous pain? Nevertheless, as if the gods felt the need to punish me more, I soon learned a few weeks later that I was pregnant with that beast's child. I was shocked to learn what pregnant meant when the maid showed the man a test that showed the results after I took it under the maids instructions. After the maid showed it to him the test he smirked, and told me what it meant when I asked him. I was shocked to hear the truth, and felt even more disgusted. I finally knew the reason why he had me take the test every morning after that night.. How repulsive… What absolute filth!
The man then smiled sinisterly and then spoke to me in a sarcastic tone. " Feel grateful that you are carrying MY child, you little girl, you should feel grateful that my wife is infertile and you get to receive the blessing of my child. If it weren't for that fact you would still live in that disgusting house like the mutt you are." I was seething with anger from my whole body. The rage I felt at that moment surpassed every ounce of hate I once had towards my father. A blessing. HA! More like a curse if you ask me. Am I just a simple tool for all these pathetic men to use as they please… What about my desires? Are they just nothing? Can't I be cared for at all?! Instead I have to carry the baby of the devil inside of my stomach to fulfill your wishes? That's interesting. Lets see if you'll continue to smirk like that if this baby were to die.
Even though I thought of those bold thoughts I never truly acted upon them. I never knew the reason why, and hated myself for that fact since I knew that if this baby were to die I could cause this evil man misery from not being able to get a child. Nonetheless I think deep down I knew why I couldn't kill this child in my stomach, and it's because of my unconditional motherly love for this child. The despair of the fact I couldn't cause that horrible man a sliver of the pain I'm going through by not being able to kill my child over a stupid reason called love filled me with unending hatred for myself. I then thought up the elaborate plan a while later to try to escape while everyone is not paying attention. I discovered the schedule of the workers when I sneaked into the butler's room to see the information. Since everybody in the mansion didn't
even bat an eye towards me since I was just a little girl used to produce a child for their master it was easy to slip by them, and find the schedules. So when I scheduled the time for my escape I went back to my room to prepare hurriedly and quietly to not alert anyone. Later that evening I went down my window. Which conveniently was not placed very high since I was on the lower floors of the mansion due to my poor status in the household. In the dead of the night after I climbed out of the window I scurried across the front lawn as I heard the noises behind me most likely from the servants alerting everyone of my escape. As I ran through the forest that was in front of the secluded mansion, I heard an ear deafening scream that was as if someone was on the verge of death. Due to my pathetic concern for this unidentified person, I went over to check the problem from the bushes. But what I saw completely exceeded what I could've ever imagined.