Snow was surrounding me, and it didn’t take long before my naked body began shaking.
“NO! Alekksander stop!” My mother yelled, begging him to stop.
Her body launched for me, but his arm pushed her down before she had the chance to stop his doings. And little did I know that it was the last time I would ever hear my mother’s sweet and comforting voice.
Everything hurt.
I grabbed my chest, expecting to find a hole where my heart had once been.
It hurts.
The cage landed on something hard. My body was hurting, I couldn’t breathe and the cold, the shock, made me shake brutally.
Mom.
Mom, please!
Mom help me…
I was so scared.
All I wanted was to be in my mothers arms, feeling her hugs and her warm embrace, while hearing her soft and calming voice, telling me that everything would be okay.
But she wasn’t going to help me.
Because while I lay in that cage, shaking out of fear, my father was busy stealing her life from her, stealing her wonderful soul.
I was in that small prison without food for three days. On the fourth day, my dad sat before me and ate delicious food. Potatoes, meat and broccoli. One of my favorite meals. When he was done eating, he opened the cage and told me to lick the plate just like the dog I was. Then he kicked me. He kept kicking and hitting me and told me to act right so I wouldn't end up like my mother.
Dead.
Killed by my own father.
“You smell awful. Did you shit and pee yourself? You fucking animal.” He shouted, making me feel embarrassed to exist.
After that, he never shared food with me again, I had to get it for myself, whatever it took. I had to eat insects, leaves and dead raw animals.
My body never stopped hurting.
“Are you okay?” The voice of a girl interrupted my thoughts, making me snap back to reality.
Genevieve.
”Yes, sorry. No, I’m not hungry but thank you.”
“But we’ve been walking for a long time and it’s important that both of us eat.”
She cares about me.
I feel cared for.
“It’s your food, I can find something else, sweetheart.”
“No, it’s fine, I promise. I truly want to share it with you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes of course. What do you want?” She responds with a calm voice, making the situation feel more comfortable as she holds out what she brought with her.
