Dear Reader,

Dear Reader,
If you find this, then I'll be really grateful if you read it. If you find it, you should know that you were chosen. You should know that you were sent from heaven to me, because for me, reading this would be the most helpful thing anyone can do.
I didn't know my life would change like this, reader. I didn't know things could get this bad, but it's okay. I'm still grateful, at least I have something to write with and someone to write for. Writing can really be helpful. If you're mad about something, reader, I think you should write about it, it helps.
I hope I don't make you cry, reader, because if you're reading this right now, you're special to me, and I don't like to make people cry. Especially if I care about them.
I'm sorry for what you're about to read. I'm sorry to write it.
Here's my story.
(Author's Note: The story's rated yellow because it has too much aggression in it.)


6. Chapter Six

16th - June - 2013


Dear Reader, 

The Peace Takers decided that I make a good paper. 

Today they didn't take me out. "We're taking you out too often, it's starting to become like a trip for you. We'll stay here this time. Say hello to Assassin." He said taking out a dagger and kissing it. "You'll become great friends." I started trying to fight them, I didn't really scream, I just tried to get away from them, telling them to get away from me, to leave me alone. Asking them what they want from me and why they're doing this to me. Of course it was all for nothing. There were six of them. Two held my hands and two held my legs, the fifth one attaching my body to the ground. The sixth one had the most fun, he had Assassin in his hand and started drawing something on my stomach. The man started stabbing my skin with the dagger, slashing the skin deeply. By trying to move, I made things worse and the dagger deepened into me. I figured I should stop moving, I should at least this time, give up. 

The pain was unbelievable. My blood filled the place. Hearing their laughs was bad, but seeing the red and blackish blood got me nauseated, I started feeling dizzy next. "I need to throw up." I told them.

"Woahh!" They all shouted. "Are you sure about that? It's not just the dagger's effect?"

"It is the dagger's effect, I need to throw up. Get off me in case you don't want to have vomit all over your filthy face." 

"Careful with that tongue." He said stabbing my leg. I couldn't bare it. The pain. The nausea. The dizziness. I threw up and everything blacked out then. 

I passed out. 

When I woke up today, I looked at my scarred stomach. I tried to ignore the pain, but what I found was worse than it all. 

There was a symbol there, a circle, and in it were the letters P and T. The horizontal line of the T and the vertical line of the P, leaving the circle. I knew this symbol I see it everywhere, one the Peace Taker's shirts, on the walls, everywhere. PT. Peace Takers surely. They did that to me to show me that I belong to them now, their property. So that whoever saw me if I ever left this place would know that I was taken by the Peace Takers. I don't know how long I'll have this on my skin, but no matter how long it takes, it will always insult me and make me shameful. 

I'm their possession. 

I'm nothing but another victim of the Peace Takers. Like the other ones in the other rooms. The ones I almost never meet but know they're there. 

I don't just hate the Peace Takers, I think I can do anything to get rid of them. Kill them all. Torture them first. Make them pay for everything bad they do to me. Under the symbol there were curses everywhere. Horrible, horrible words. I didn't want to look at my stomach anymore. I felt so ashamed, this can't be my skin. 

Pain. There was always pain. In my stomach, in my stabbed leg, in my head. Everywhere. Everything's dizzy and I keep passing out. Each time I think I'm dead I realize I'm not the other day. 

I'm sorry to tell you about all of this reader. I know you don't deserve my misery. You don't deserve to know about my unhappiness and you have problems of your own. I must ask you to stop reading my letters to you whenever you feel like it, I don't want to bother you. I really don't. You seem like a nice person. 


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