In this world, time pass by so fast. No time to breathe, no time to relax. Everyday is a battlefield, especially if you’re a being called human. Given the heavy responsibility to suffer deeply, understand the complicated, fear the happiness… Ugh. Being born in this rotten big ball is a curse.

I am a dancer in Prontera, though I keep it secret... I am known as a rogue who mostly stays in the Payon cave. I had no choice... I needed money badly…. They said money is the root of all evil, so am I living in evil? I didn’t really know and I really didn’t give a damn what the others think. I was an introvert. Yes, an introvert. You may wonder how an introvert became a dancer… Well, yes… I was shy; actually, I AM shy… I don’t feel good with people looking at me at first. As they said, “There’s always that first time, right? And when you gotten used to it, it doesn’t matter anymore.”

I call myself an introvert because I don’t communicate at all with anyone… I get all shy up when someone compliments me like a goddess or I just have inferiority complex. They say I am a kid, a little girl. What the hell do they know!? Did they suffer how I had suffered in my life!? Do they know the true meaning of hell? NO. So they better shut the f*** up. If they were in my place, they would have been dead, dead of a case of suicide because no one can take this unbearable pain.

You see, if I was to describe it right now… It would never fit a million words the pain I am enduring. My father, an exorcist, was a f***ing senseless b@st@rd!! He let my mom, who so much love him, be harassed by any men for a price of money. My mom doesn’t complain at all. When I rebelled to dad, my mom slapped me to silence me. “You do not understand,” she always says.

“What don’t I understand!!??” I said, shouting, “You’re… you’re like a PROSTITUTE!!” she simply smiled at me. My brain and logic was killing me, “What is it!!?? WHAT DON’T I GET IN THIS PICTURE!!” I asked myself a lot of times.

Dad would sometimes beat the heck out of mom. I learned to despise men. All they did was have fun with my mom, not caring how horrible she felt… And my dad, the b*tch! Oh, how hate grew more and more everyday in my life for male species. I wanted to stab them all, kill them all, and make them suffer.

Soon, mom died of a disease because of so much harassment. My dad look upon me and said I was next. Fear and anger flare up on me. Mom told me that one of Gaia’s laws was to obey your parents at all cost. He makes me sick. “You are where you are today because of me,” he smirked, “So you will obey at all cost!”


I tried to obey, because I know that it’ll make mom happy. As soon as 3 guys came looking for me, I let out my katar and killed the 3 priest. My dad went furious! He was coming to kill me! He held that huge bastard sword in his hand and pressed my neck hard, crunching it. “You idiot! You’re like your mother, useless!!!” He threw me in a huge mirror in the house. Many pieces of glasses fell on the floor. I could hear him swinging that old rusted sword, but I couldn’t stand up, my arm felt heavy. As I look at it, I was right. A piece of mirror has pierced through my 10 year old body. As soon as the footsteps became louder, I grabbed a piece of mirror. It made my hand bleed as I continue holding on it tightly.

As soon as I was raised up again by my neck, I knew he was going to slash me. Quickly, my instincts instantly reacted hitting the piece of mirror in my hand through his head. I fell again at the small sharp pieces of glasses in my back and a yell out for pain.

Horrible? You ain’t seen nothing yet. That’s not even the beginning of my pain. Don’t want to read anymore? I thought so too. You’re a loser and so are the other people of this world, quickly judging a person. To you I might appear as an innocent child, but to hell, I might appear as someone not acting on any pain. I experience nothing but pain and suffering in this stinking world. And you’re just one lucky reader, aren’t you? Be careful, ‘cause I wanna kill people like you, so annoying, so happy…

It was raining in the middle of the night. Zombies roamed the graveyard where my mom lays. I sit down on the muddy grass and held her grave. "I never understood you, but I love you.." I started feeling my heart-burn rushing up on me. I couldn't breathe!

"HEY YOU THERE!!" A crusader went to me, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?"

"Uhh.. I.. Just wanted to see my mom.." I said quietly.

"YOUR MOM!?" He used a flashlight to reveal the name in the grave, "Regina Stones!? NO WAY!!"

"What? You know her mister?" I uttered.

"She can't be pregnant! THAT PROSTITUTE!! She was born unable to give birth! That's why Ernesto Stones, her husband, used her fo money and.."

"HOW THE HECK DID YOU KNOW!?" I shouted angrily, "ONLY HER COSTUMERS WOULD KNOW THAT!!!" I gripped on my katar hard. It was another lustful male standing with me. I hated him instantly.

He stood quiet for a moment, touching the graveyard. "Get your filthy hands off.." I mumbled.

"I'm her brother.." He said, with his eyes zooming everywhere.

"Oh really..?" I foolishly believed him, "Then you must be kind as well.."

"Yes, very kind!" He gave a huge smile, looking at my body from head to toe. "You shouldn't stay here, come with me in my cabin.."

We traveled down the stormy night as I gave a final spit in my dad's grave.

SLAM!!!

The door in My mom's brother's house quickly closed from the harsh wind.

"My dear," He says while taking off his heavy armoury, "You know what your mom's wish for me is?"

I looked at him. I just realized he has horrible scary looking eyes, an eye of a murderer.. I got scared a bit but remembered he was my mother's brother.

"Uhh.. no, uncle. What is it?" I mumbled out of fear.
*Why am I in fear!? I have been in worse situations, more horrific vile ones.. He's.. He's my uncle.. I should know better. My mom's kind, and I will believe he is too..*

I think to myself as I saw him smilling while fixing the cover of his bed. He took the candle and opened the door again. "She.. well.. Wanted me to have a girl!!"
He smiled and stepped out, "Help me find one, will you?" He closes the door.

I was still scared. Something about him isn't right. I couln't put a finger at it.. He left a note saying I can sleep in his bed while he went away. And so I did.

But after past midnight, I sensed a familiar magic used. My eyes opened and I sat up. That was the "Silent Aura" used. Making a circle in the house that no noise will come out in the circle.

My uncle went back to the door. I looked at him put the candle in the table and asked myself why his candle didn't die down at such hectic storm. "Uncle.." I mumbled, "Why did you put a silence circle?"

He looked at me, with much frightening eyes, "Will you do anything for your mother's wish?" He gave a horrible smile.

I looked at him in fear, but I love my mother so much. "Yeahhh... uncle.. why...."

He put out the candle and jump right infront of me, "THEN MAKE HER WISH COME TRUE!!!"

I tried fighting back, he was too strong. I screamed and screamed, but no one heard me. We were in a silent aura. He raped me..

My hatred for the male race grew bigger, deeper & heavier. That night was my first raped. As he was asleep, I escaped away. I felt dirty, worthless, everything you can imagine non-sensed.

Wrapped around in the blanket with nothing on, I ran as far away as possible. Later, i reached a snowy city. I sat on the side of the bridge and stare into nothingness. I wanted to die! I wanted to cry! But doing this, the male race would win! No! They can't.. But I'm just some dirt. I'm useless.

I stare there for hours and hours, horrified, crying and soon dying out of coldness & hunger. But the physical pain was nothing, my emotions, my pride, my soul are all begging me to kill myself. But I can't! I refuse to be seen as WEAK! NO!!!

The cold snow covered me, overwhelmed me. Soon, I was about to collapse.

"NOOO!!!!!!" A concerned figure from far away runs at me as I was to make my jump at the bridge. Can you blame me? I received no love and I was raped.

I closed my eyes and started to fall but a strong jerked from the blanket, wrapping me tightly, pulled me back.

Someone held me under his/her warm arm. I fell unconscious from sickness, fatigue & hunger.


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BUMP!!

"OUCH!!!"

I sat up from a bed, clothed. I touch my forehead and looked at the person I bumped into.

"Hey, hey!! You're badly injured, don't moved."

I just stared at the person. It was a female dancer.

"Another male victim, huh? <_< ", I said rudely.

"Hey! You should be saying 'Are you the one who rescued me!?' or 'Where am I!?' or 'Who are you!?' " She looked at me with a smile.

<_< "Yeah, obviously it's you.. What do you want? I'm not a kid from a rich family, so no ransom for you and.."

PO0W!!
She hit me on the head.

"You idiot <_< , I just S-A-V-E-D your L-I-F-E!! You should be thanking me.." ^_^

"Thanks... male entertainer.." <_<

"You really must hate dancers, don't you!? Had a fight with one..?"

"I have no time for you.."

"Well, you wouldn't HAVE time if I didn't save you!!"

"Aha, so you want me to be your slave as a return!?"

PO0W!!
"You're rude.. you know.."

I stare at the open window. It was all water and the Sun was begining to rise.
I've been asleep for a while, I wonder why the heck I was saved.

*You want me to suffer longer!? DO YOU!!???*

I stood up and took off my clothes. I walked naked in the hall.
As you can see, I've completely lost my mind. Some men stare at me,
I don't really care. It seems that I am in a boat.

I walked as every one of them just stared, doing nothing nor saying nothing.

Suddenly, a huge nudge came and a girl went infront of me to hide my body.
It was the dancer.

"Ok! That's all folks! Ahahaha..!"

"WAIT!!" I murmured. I pushed her gently aside. "Aren't you gentlemen paying
after seeing this? You guys are such cheapscakes!!!"

They all did their *ehem* and gave money in my hands. I shoved it to the dancer,
"That's for saving me.."

She quickly pulled me into her room and slapped me, "You idiot!! I don't want your money!!"

Wow! Continuation please! ^_^

How could you write something like this?
Ha! Stephanie, this is so like you! Man-Hater! :lol:

Off-Story: Haha, indeed you are right! ^_^
I write at my best when I am at an emotional rollercoaster, and that hasn't happened since I was 15, when I had my deep loneliness.

Actually, this ain't my best writing either. I was just remembering how horrible I was feeling, how bitter life was, and how I viewed the world at the age of 12. That's the age of my suffering.

any continuation for this story? :D it's cool :bump:

Aww.. Sorry.. :(
You see, when I hadn't continue writing this within a month (I made this 2 years ago) I lose enthusiasm to continue.. Well, if you want the summary of the overall story is:

The main character falls in love with the dancer.. The dancer is warm, friendly and caring, and is doing really nothing wrong. Well, she's not only a dancer, she's also a singer and stuff.. So as the story goes, the dancer wasn't able to reciprocate how the main character feels, but just stood by her and acted as some "mother"-like figure (I guess) until the main character learns to love again and had turned 180 degrees in her belief.. But as she was finally ok, the dancer died.. But, even in this sadness to the only person who helped her, she has learned to move on and continue carrying what the dancer taught her.. :D

Sorry about that though ^_^

No problem, at least there's still a short continuation and an ending :D

bitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin....................... >.<.. i want more............... T__T..nice story by the way /no1

lol Steph, you write interesting stories xD

Wow...

Completely superior ~desu!

How come I didn't read this before? It's so good!

WOW Steph,

Love the story :lol: