In an isolated room, there is one mini window on the very top which touches the roof. In this room there were dim lights on and a little kid with blue hairs and fair skin was sitting on the ground with a blank expression. The kid has fair skin and his eyes are like a blue ocean.
But there were no emotions on his face. A child is an embodiment of emotions but this kid who seems to be around eight or nine years old has a blank expression on his face.
He sat there like a puppet and then, voices sounded near him.
There was finally a crack on the expression of the child. He turned to the door and the door opened. A man with a roughed appearance appeared in the room. He looked at the kid and muttered to himself,
"It seems that this bastard is all I have for today."
With that he entered the room. The kid's eyes showed fear for the first time. In his eyes which held the purity of an ocean, there was now fear. A fear that is forcefully entered inside him.
The boy started to tremble. He looked at the man who appeared in front of him.
The man looked at the kid and spoke,
"Little bastard, your mother ran away. Now it is time for you to give me pleasure in her place."
The trembling of the little kid increased but the man didn't seem to notice. He took a step forward and removed his upper clothes.
His fat and hairy body appeared and the boy spoke for the first time,
"no. please Fath… father."
But then a slap came on his right cheek. The boy fell on the ground and blood started to flow from his right cheek. The man spoke,
"I am not your father. How many times do I have to tell you that you are my toy whose purpose is to provide pleasure to me."
With that, he started taking his pants off and the boy trembled more. He looked around the room but there was nothing in the room that could help him. For the past half year, this man has been doing this to him and to protect himself, the boy used everything in the room.
Finally, his gaze shifted to the bottle that had fallen on the ground. The boy seemed to find hope.
He rushed forward to grab the bottle.
The man thought that the boy is going to take the initiative so he paused but then his expression changed and he shouted,
"How dare you."
He bent down and held the bottle but he was a bit late and the little boy grabbed the bottle.
He looked at the man and spoke,
"St… stay… aw… away from… me…"
The man sneered and spoke,
"You little runt, you dare to take this step once again. It seems that the lessons that I thought you were not enough."
Hearing this, the boy trembled and the beating of the past flashed through his eyes. The boy started to cry but he quickly wiped them because he still remembers that a faint voice once told him to not cry and never let the tear fall from the cheek.
With trembling hands, the boy pointed at the man and spoke,
"Why are… you doing this to me?
I am your own child… I am not your toy…"
All the emotions of the past surfaced and exploded at this moment. The man looked at the little kid and sneered,
"My kid… woke up from a delusion kid. You were never my child from the beginning."
With that he watched the boy with a funny expression and his lower body started to react as he looked at the despair on the cute face.
The little kid trembled even more when he heard that. He looked at the man and tears started to appear in his eyes but with his other hand, he quickly wiped them.
And the man took this moment to pounce on the kid. He forced himself and spoke with a vicious glint in his eyes,
"Today, daddy is going to make sure that you will be mine forever and remember who you truly are."
The little kid stumbled back and the bottle fell on the floor and it broke.
The kid looked at the broken bottle and then at the man. The man didn't care at all. He held one hand of the kid which had the bottle and he used his other hand to slap on the other cheek of the kid.
With the loud slap, the little kid started to bleed from his left cheek also. But he didn't cry for that. In the depth of his eyes, a light of determination flashed.
The man tried to forcefully tore the clothes of the little kid and used his lips to touch the little kid's lips.
The little kid used his other hand and used his two fingers to dig in the eyes of the man as hard as he could.
A loud screech sounded in the room
"Aaaaaaah
You little bastard. How dare you"
The man started kicking the kid hard since he still held his other hand.
But the little kid used all his force to push the man. The man fell on the ground and the kid also fell from the reaction. But he paid no mind to that. He looked at the man, then his gaze shifted to the lower part of his body and finally the kid looked at the broken bottle.
Determination flashed in his eyes and then he took the tip of the broken bottle and took a step forward. He appeared in front of the man and looked at the lower part. His hands trembled for what he was going to do.
He used his other hand to stop the trembling but there was no helping.
The kid knelt on the ground and then raised both his hands in the air. And he strikes at the balls and dick of the man.
And when his hands fell, the man opened his eyes which were teary. And he saw the scene of the little kid moving his hands down. His teary eyes widened and before he could respond, a stabbing sound sounded in the room.
And the man let out a sharp cry which was more painful than the last.
"AAAAAAAAAAAH"
The little boy seemed to gain strength. He didn't stop there. He stabbed one more time and then one more time and then one more time.
When he saw that the cry of the man had stopped, he collapsed backward and started to tremble. His tears finally started to fall on the ground and they turned into pearls. The pearls were completely black like an abyss.
The kid was stunned and he quickly grabbed the pearl.
He looked at the man and the little kid's eyes started to become heavy. He knew that this was not the time for that. He raised his hand and slapped his own bloody cheek.
That awoke him and with trembling hands, he finally stood up and took a first step towards the door. He crossed the door and then he looked at the world outside for the first time in the past year.
He came outside the room and then he quickly left the house. He started running. He didn't stop.
He ran and ran and ran.
There was no one near him. He was living in a secluded place. There was no human near this place, no beast, no being. Just sea. As far as he can see.
The kid ran in the direction of the water. The moment he took his step in the water; his emotions started to stabilize. The little kid looked at the water and finally after so long he felt peace.
He stopped trembling and finally tears started to appear in his eyes and they fell in the water. Miraculously they all turned into white pearls. And the pearls were so beautiful.
The little kid looked below and saw those pearls and he was surprised but just as he was about to pick them, he saw many fish swan in his direction and looking at them eating the pearl, the little kid was surprised.
But then he cried even more and tears fell in water and converted into pearls. The fishes quickly took them in their mouths.
The little kid knelt in the water and whispered to himself,
"I am such a stain that even my things are not allowed to remain in the water."
But he wiped his tears and took out the black pearl. The moment the fishes saw the pearl, they all froze and then they all revolved around the kid as if they understood his emotions and helped him.
The little kid smiled and then he threw the pearl deep in the sea. He looked at the fishes and he finally couldn't hold any longer.
He fell in the water and closed his eyes.
"It seems that I am finally able to free myself."