You want to know what's worse than being a mistake. A regret.
It's been four years since I was reincarnated. I can't say I enjoyed it but considering they actual food instead of mush. Fresh water instead of the liquid that has been filtered so many times it just tastes like chemicals and dog piss.
That being said I can't say that it's been good. Why you ask. Well, my parents are assholes. No. Calling them assholes is an insult to assholes. What's worse is that they are only assholes to me. They both have decently paying jobs and they send my older sister to one of the preppiest private schools in the city. If I was anything close to normal I would have been one of the most meat up children out there.
My "Mother" is an abusive alcoholic with severe OCD. Well let's not forget the fact that she is also supposedly bipolar. I can't remember a single time in the past two years that she has went a whole day without hitting me once.
My older sister likes to get in on the action every once in a while but from what I can see, she is just doing it since my "Mother" is doing it. I can't be completely sure but she doesn't look like she gets the same almost orgasmic pleasure my "Mom" gets from wailing on me.
My "Father" on the other hand is an entire different case. Although he doesn't hit me, he just gives me this look. You know the look. The look old men gives strippers when they get close enough to them or gives them a lap dance.
I could tell if it wasn't for the fact that we have some particularly nosey neighbors, and the fact that my sister likes to bring her friends from school to play with her. I'm sure that he would try to fuck my little baby body.
Despite all the things that has gone or could have gone wrong, I've had a pretty productive couple of years.
So far I have learned around 657 languages. I have a Master's in both Biology and Physics. A Bachelor's degree in both Business and Mathematics. Chemistry is lagging a little behind at an Associates degree, it doesn't really matter as I plan to have a Doctorate in all of them.
The blessing that the Dennis Haysbert lookalike gave me came in pretty handy. I think there might be side effects though. I haven't been able to genuinely express any emotion.
I still feel pain when I get hit.
I still feel excitement when I have make a breakthrough.
I still feel disgust when I catch my "Father" staring at me.
I just can't put an expression to the feeling. It hasn't really affected me in any way yet so I'm not sure how to feel about it yet.
Today is a new day so I won't be worrying about what I haven't done yet.
My parents said that they will be taking me and my sister on cruise to see one of their friends in Hong Kong. A marriage or something, I can't remember. It doesn't matter, they are actually letting me go with them instead of leaving me home by myself like they usually do.
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It was a relatively quiet car ride from the house to the boat. My sister was asleep and I knew that even if I spoke I would be ignored.
Arriving at the docs was a surprising sight. It is the first time in both lives I am seeing that I have ever seen the actual ocean. Not old photos or the one from my past life that was all but covered with different trash, waste or other kinds of gunk.
Surprising the urge to jump right in and flail around like the kid I am. I quietly walked to the deck. Trying my hardest to not make a single sound and be unnoticed, because I'd be damned if I get hit in public.
The boat was a decently spacious one. It had more than enough room to mine and a couple other families and the captain and his crew.
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We were sailing for almost a week now and although I'm not a big fan of sailing, I couldn't sleep. I have been laying down on my make shift bed on the floor for the past couple of hours, and I just can't go to sleep. Don't get me wrong, I have had times when I could not get to sleep but that's usually when something bad is about to happen.
Like the time I left the door open and my "Mother" came to wail on me saying,"It's your fault, I was having a good time before I saw your ugly ass resting bitch face." Right after she proceeded to hit me with moves I didn't think her slightly overweight body could have done.
Or the time my "Father" had enough liquid courage in him and decided it was a good idea to try and break into my room.
What I'm saying is that usually, when I can't sleep something bad happens.
As if they were waiting for my signal three men broke into the room. They wore something akin to army pants, with sleeveless black or green shirts strapped with a vary of different guns pointed in the room.
At first glance they might look like nothing more than pirates, but after observing while they dragged us all to the deck I realized that this wasn't something any Tom, Dick or Harry could do.
They were quiet, organized and efficient. Not making any unnecessary sound or movement. At least ten families were bound and gagged on the deck. The captain and his crew looked as helpless as any body else.
Knowing that they were not going to be any help, I started to plan my escape. Raising my head to get the metaphorical lay of the land, I started to note down where the hostages and captors were. There was at least twelve captors, no one of them stood out more or less as the leader of their group.
Before I was able to do anything with my newly acquired knowledge, I was hit with the back of a gun from a person I didn't see behind me. Before I my conscious completely faded into I saw the captors cocked their guns ready to fire.
Hopefully they don't plan to shoot me for something my stupid parents do.