What I saw, was my dad and mom both holding onto a knife. Both were covered in my mom's blood. I tried stopping them but it was no use so I ran out of the apartment and banged on every door that I saw on my way. I saw two people outside so I rushed to them and begged them for help. I pleaded saying that my mom is going to die but what did they do? They rushed inside their house and shut the door on my face. Now that I think about it maybe that was the part where I lost all my faith in humanity. I yelled at the top of my lungs like a crazy person and thankfully a middle aged woman who was driving heard my cries stopped her car and called the cops. I was crying my eyes out thinking I lost my mother but luckily my mother came running down the stairs towards me with all the strength left in her.
I know my mom wasn't the best and she would constantly beat the shit out of us even for the smallest thing like playing with boys or smelling of smoke when in reality it just the smell of insence sticks. She was hysterical but no one deserve to be killed because of that. Anyways the woman took my mom to the hospital and the last scene I saw before we left was my dad with the knife still in his hands and squatting down. In the hospital I still couldn't believe the things I witnessed. I was scared out of my wits and the thought that my mom wouldn't make it made me failed to realize the fact that I was barefoot. People kept on giving me pitiful looks and I hated that attention. What was there to pity about? Why would they act like they care when they didn't even help me to save my mom? These thoughts constantly rushed inside my head.
When the woman asked me if I knew any of my relative's number I replied with a no. She then asked me if I could contact them and the only one I could remember was my mom's eldest sister who sold vegetables. We went to meet her and she was not surprised but also not pleased with the news. I headed back towards my house because my youngest brother was left with someone who lived in the same area. I went to that person's place and they offered me to take a shower which I did and then disposed of my old clothes stained with blood. I was asked to stay with one of my mom's sister which I did. Me and my two brothers; at night when my youngest brother cried for his mother I couldn't do anything but put him to sleep with a heavy heart since no one was willing to help me. I did it by myself and I went to the school next day and I had something to pay for. My mom wasn't available as she was hospitalized so I tried asking my aunt and she agreed.
She didn't give me the money and I didn't know what to do because it was the first time I had a bill due. I didn't want to look bad and definitely didn't want any unnecessary attention either so I did what I thought was the most rational thing at that time. I took the money from my aunt's purse. I paid the due and with the rest I bought an ice cream. My aunt knew about it and scolded me for it. She made me confess and promised me that she wouldn't tell a soul. My stupid ass believed her and the next thing you know is that she told the whole family about it. My mom who was getting better was very disappointed in me. That's when I began having trust issues. How could you trust others if you couldn't even trust your own relatives.
Life after that was really messed up. My mom got out of hospital but she was always out clubbing with her friends maybe it was her coping mechanism. I was still with my aunt and she would always make her dissatisfaction clear. Once she hit me for eating instant noodles saying that I had no right to eat it when I'm pretty sure it was the snacks bought for my mom when she was hospitalized. My aunt took everything that was given to my mom at the hospital. Greedy old hag. My mom confronted her for it and she acted like the victim and started crying. Bitch. My mom got another apartment but she would leave us with that hag because she had to go clubbing. The hag was tired of us so she left us in front of our house like a couple of homeless kids. My mom was in the apartment and took us inside after a few hours. The hag convinced my mom to send my brother in a monastery as a monk and my dumb mother agreed to it. Mainly because I got sick for a week and I couldn't move at all, even to eat so I kept on passing out and couldn't take care of my brothers but what did she do instead of tending to her sick daughter? She would leave my brothers at the hag's place and I was left all alone, sick and unfed.
She pulled me out of school and I was at home for almost a month. My mom would come home late and once she beat me up in the middle of the night because I didn't close the doors when she asked me to. She would bring home random men and even if I was just 11, I would hold a stick while sleeping for the fear that they would rape me. And do you know how I learned to cook? No one taught me I would stare at the breakfast made by mom and I would guess the ingredients and just try making it. I was successful I guess. Then came one day when things changed.