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.)


13. Chapter Thirteen

3rd - July- 2013


Dear Reader,

They re-tattooed Faith and me, at least that's what I should call it, in able to make things easier for me. 

Once they left, I realized how much she was in pain. 

They separated us as they did it, so I don't know if they did anything worse to her. 

I didn't know what to do, so I just went to her and slowly, wrapped my arm around her waist. She did nothing for a while, then she rested her head on my shoulder. She cried. Then she moved her head to my chest and hugged me. 

Can I ever describe what I felt in that moment to you, reader? 

My arms around her tightened as she did so, and my heart - I've never heard it pondering hard like that. 

I've held girls before, but this time it was stranger, reader. 

I was in peace ... but then A Peace Taker came out of nowhere. 

"Well, well. What have we got here?" He said. Faith pushed me as hard as she could, then she started hitting me and yelling at me. 

"I swear he's getting worse everyday!" She shouted, telling the Peace Taker. 

"I think you were enjoying it." 

"Oh please." She replied. "I choose you over him." He raised his eyebrow. 

"So you enjoyed our little time together." 

"Not really. But it was better than a glance from that filth." She looked at me disgusted. "I don't know what I've ever done for you to make me stay with ... it." 

I looked at her, bewildered, reader. 

Why does she love to hurt me like this?  

I almost believed she liked me. 

"Whatever." I just said. "It's not like she's a good company."

"Then why were you holding her?" The Peace Taker said. 

"Because I'm a jerk!" 

"Just kill him already!" Faith said. I shook my head. 

"I don't believe you. Why? Why do you do this to me?!" I shouted.

"You want me to kill him?" The Peace Taker said. 


"Fine. Then kill him we'll do."

"Finally." Faith said. "You're doing something that would relief me. Finally." 

The Peace Taker called for others, they came and dragged me out of the cell. Are they really going to kill me? I kept wondering, reader. I turned my face to look at Faith and found her looking at me, disgusted. I was disgusted by her too. I think that's what it felt like. Probably more disappointed than disgusted, but - I was really.. sad. Hurt. 

So that's what you want, Faith? For me to die? 

I lowered my face, then raised it again. If I'm about to die, I want to die a strong man, at least that's a thing I learned from Faith. 

I took my steps to my own death. 

And then, it didn't really feel so bad.

Funny how death might be a sign of mercy. 

Peace Takers are merciless, though. They didn't kill me. 

Instead, they drove me mad. 

They put me in a room that had speakers everywhere in it. Just as they shut the door, the speakers played a buzzing sound. It was so irritating. Like an ear ringing, only it was louder and it lasted for so long. I tried closing my ears at first but it was no use. After spending a while there I started screaming, I wanted to get out of the freaking ringing cell so bad. 

"STOP IT. STOP IT." I shouted. Just stop the freaking ringing. It drove me crazy. 

I started hitting my head with the wall. Just stop it. Stop, stop, stop, stop. I needed it to stop.

I think it stopped, for the door opened. It's just that, it never really stopped. My ears still rang even that the sound stopped. The Peace Takers dragged me somewhere else. 

"We need your kidney." One of them said. "Don't worry, we won't let you rot. We'll still need your body for something else. We'll do it professionally, hygienically. Not for your own sake, Filth, but for ours." 

They pushed me hard and I hit the ground, I'm sick of that happening. Someone came, next. He had something that looked like a knife in his hand and so abruptly, he put it in my stomach. I screamed as hard as I could. Apparently, he was trying to take my kidney. I decided I should close my eyes, but it was useless for I passed out anyway. 

The Peace takers splashed some freezing water all over my body, I think that's what woke me up. I screamed in pain. 

The wound. 

The pain. 

"We're not done with you. We have to give you a little makeover before you go back to your cell." 

They had a lighter with them.

They used it to burn my arms.

I think I lost my voice from all the screaming. 

Next, they used their cigarettes on my thighs. I have to admit these were more bearable. They hurt too, but not as bad as the lighter did. My thighs were now 'decorated' with cigarettes holes. They used an iron too and it was way worse that the cigarettes.  

Then it was time for my face and what a better thing to use than a knife for my face. 

Was it a knife, was it a dagger? I have no idea. All I know, is that They cut my face, my both cheeks then my forehead. My eyes were covered with my own blood. God. 

They must have known that I didn't mind the cigarettes as much as they hoped, so they got themselves some pins and started pinning them on my thighs. I flinched every time they did so, screamed, even. But they were having the time of their lives. Enjoying every second of my torture. 

These people are animals. No, that would be a disrespect for the animals, they're monsters. I think that would even be an insult for monsters. 

One of them put his hands around my throat, trying to kill me? I couldn't even tell. 

All I could tell is that I was fighting with my hands and legs and everything - my lungs were fighting for air. I needed air. I needed to breath. 

"Now." I heard. And then he took his hands off of me. I exhaled so strongly that I think I hurt my throat. They were laughing harder than ever. "Okay, the big finale now." 

I was about to wonder what it would be, but I didn't even get time to think. Something hit me hard on the head. And as always - everything turned black. 


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