„You're a worthless type, aren't you?" he spat.
„Figures. Why were you watching me? Let me guess – because you don't have any power of your own?"
He laughed again, but this time, it was cruel.
„Loser. Go home. That's the
only thing you're good for."
For a moment, my heart stopped, and I was lost in my thoughts.
„Why does everyone hate us?"
I said to myself.
This time, I didn't feel anger – only sadness. I didn't want to hit him. I just wanted to cry.
No matter what I did, I was worthless in their eyes.
No one wanted to talk to me. No one wanted
to be my friend. All of this — because I have no power.
I looked into his eyes, my own filled with sorrow, a single tear slipping down my cheek.
Without saying a word, I turned and walked back to my mother.
I could still feel his laughter behind me, echoing in my mind. Even as I walked away, his anger lingered in the air, pressing down on me.
I never thought the world could be this cruel.
This was my first day stepping outside, and all I could hear was the hatred in their voices as they spoke about us.
„What kind of idiots think like this about us" I muttered to myself.
The thought lingered in my mind.
„Even if I am a worthless type now, still doesn't mean that I won't become stronger one day. Right?" I whispered to myself.
As I walked home, I couldn't help but notice the beauty of the world around me.
„If the world could look this beautiful...then maybe, just maybe, there is no reason to stay in this city."I thought.
As we returned home, I couldn't stop thinking about it.
„What if people in other places aren't as cruel as they are here?"…
„Mother... what does the outside world look like?" I asked the next morning.
She hesitated, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her dress.
„I don't know," she admitted, her
gaze distant.
„I've never seen it myself."
I blinked. „What? But...how?"
„Your father never allowed us to leave." Her voice was soft, but heavy weight lingered in her words.
„He always said the world beyond these walls is even crueler then we know …"