Note: This chapter is Scarlett's POV again.
Hatred. Why do people hate? How does hatred feel? Is it the same as hating onions? Does that make me an onion in other people's eyes?I don't wanna be an onion. I hate onions. They taste bad.
After the accident with the knife, I visited the doctor. My daddy said it would be a pain in the ass if I lost an arm. The doctor said that my arm got infected and that it would heal, and I'd be able to use it, but my arm would be weak since the muscles were torn. Most importantly, it would leave a scar.
Daddy was really mad, and as we got back home, he started screaming at me and blaming me for what happened. I was scared. I felt useless and stupid.
Was I causing people unhappiness? Am I still causing them unhappiness?Maybe Sino was right. Maybe I shouldn't have been born. Maybe I shouldn't have existed.
After the incident with the knife, I started doing muscle training for my arm. And a few months later, a boy came to our house. His name was Elio. He was shorter than me. He had beautiful black hair and green eyes that looked even more beautiful together. He was like a fairy.
His voice was soft and calming.
Elio was a calm boy. He would rarely talk. And he was my only friend. We often hung out under the cherry blossom tree near the forest.
Daddy and Mommy would still often hit me, but it no longer haunted me as long as I knew someone was waiting for me—that someone liked me.But that didn't last long. Elio vanished.
Elio abandoned me.The last time I saw him was when Daddy and Mommy called us to their room. It was at night. Their room was dark, even though there were no problems with the electricity that day.
Daddy was hitting me as usual, only for Elio to get between us and take all the hits. Elio fell asleep while Daddy was hitting him. Blood was running down his head, but he still slept. Daddy didn't stop hitting and shouting at him, even though Elio was sleeping.
I wanted to tell Daddy to stop, but Mommy ordered a maid to take me out of the room.
Daddy and Mommy's room was really pretty. The bed was made of wood, and the bedding was purple and brown. They had a brown couch. They would always keep the curtains closed.
After that night, I would always wait for Elio under the cherry blossom tree, but he never came.His sleeping form on the ground from that day never stopped appearing in my dreams.It was like a nightmare, for some reason.
to be continued….