Different Point Of View

It's been a couple of hours, I can't feel my face, the feeling on my feet is numb, if I recall they pulled all of my nails out.

They even put my feet on a bucket of water and connected a car battery to some jump cables and dropped them on the bucket. I think that's what did the most damage to my body, I'm still conscious but I don't think I'll be able to last any more if this keeps going.

"One last time, where are they?"

They kept asking me where they went.

"…I…. don't….know….where ….they…..are…"

With the little strength I had in me, I looked at the guy who was in front of him and spit at him. Unfortunately, my spit didn't have enough strength to reach his face, but it did landed on his pants.

"You think you are a man, don't cha, let me tell you something little man, you are nothing, you have nothing, and you will never have nothing, and you know why?"

When I heard that I tried to look at him, I was tied to a chair and he was standing in front of me, I count help but get mad at the way he looks at me, like a higher being looking at a mere ant, as if his mere existence was better than me.

"Because no one cares for you, you don't have anything for you, if one day you disappear, no one will ever even notice, but do you know who they are? They are the Heart Family, they are related to the Russian Heart Family, and that girl is not someone you can ever touch, you two live in two different worlds, hahaha it's funny how even after she left you are still doing everything to protect her."

I knew that, ok, ever since we were at school, I have known that she was different, the way she acted, her demeanor, but I didn't wanted to think about that, I was probably just denying it, that for the first time, I had someone that cared for me, that there was someone that understand my pains, when I looked for her I was scared that maybe she was just doing that so I could help her escape, but when I finally saw, and the way that she dove into my arms I knew that it didn't matter, my love for her was not because of money, or status, it was because I found someone that genuinely cared for me.

I count help but laugh.

"haha..hahaha…you..don't…know…anything…you…are…a…mere…dog for someone…what…would…you…know…about…us…haha…haha"

Probably he had enough and knew that I won't tell him nothing or maybe what I said stinged him.

"you are right, I wouldn't know."

He turned around and left saying to his goons "Deal with him."

As he said that, a big man approached me and delivered a straight into my face, the last thing I could remember was the big smile on his face.

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When I came too. I was surrounded by darkness, I was able to hear some animals noise, and occasional cars passing by on top of me, I'm guessing they dropped me down some hill, or something.

My body hurt, everything hurt, I looked at my legs as they were bending on angels they shouldn't have.

But what hurt the most were my feeling, I felt anger, anger that I wasn't able to do a damn thing, anger that for them I was a mere disposable object, but most of all I was mad at life, why did I had to go through all this pain and suffering, why me, first it was my previous life, you could say that mother nature didn't care about one little human being unfortunate that she treated everyone impartially, but what about now, why did I had to go through the same thing even when I had already suffer.

I was mad at the world, why did others have what I didn't, why were they able to smile, when I was here dying like a dog, why were they able to enjoy their youth when I had to work my ass off or be locked up in a damn cell.

"WHY?!?!??! Why do you HATE ME!!!!!!"

Tears were coming out of my eyes, but they weren't due to sadness, no they came out due to frustration, they displayed my unwillingness to the unfair treatment I had gone through.

As my bottled-up feelings came pouring out, the pendant that I had kept on me, my only possession in this world, that it showed that I existed.

The pendant that looked like a piece of a broken rock, not expensive at all. The pendant that I kept all these years started to glow a dazzling blue color.

As if a hammer was pressed against my chest, the pendant shattered, and it sent an air wave making everything in a radius of 5 meters of me fly.

The next thing I know I'm looking at my life's, first those 18 years I was alone, everything was without color, the way people looked at me, how they treated me, everything was there, but among that colorless scenes, there were pieces that shone brightly.

They represented the moments I didn't feel the loneliness of the world, those were the most peaceful moments of that life.

The way I looked at the characters fighting against the odds, how they decided to protect those that couldn't protect themselves.

How they bonded, their sad movements, when everyone turned against them, but they still didn't give in.

Anime, Comics, Movies, looking at all these scenes it obvious that these were the only things worth remembering.

Looking at that frail body, huddling up on a corner, coughing, and how it slowly loses its life.

That made me feel that this world was unjust, I didn't have anyone that could have protected me, there was no hero, and the little body just went cold, breading no more.

The next moment I'm looking at my current life, I'm able to see a woman covered up, I'm unable to distinguish her factions, but she is holding a baby so I'm guessing she is my mother.

I always thought that if I had a chance, I would be thrilled to see who she was, how she looked, but at this moment there was nothing more than resentment.

She just left me at a bus stop, the pendant was wrapped in my little hand, and she just walked away, the moment she left, I was able to see her hands, but they looked too tender to be the hands of a mature woman, they were too young.

I'm guessing she didn't want to be burden by a child.

My colorless life continued until I met Olivia, for the first time, my life had a person that wasn't colorless, she showed care, she tried to understand me, we bonded, but life didn't want us to be together.

It separated us, and once we were able to be reunited, life threw another stone.

Now I'm currently at the bottom of a hill, I'm able to see my own body, or what I'm able to discern, it's full of cuts, bruises, covered in blood, with broken bones.

It really is a pitiful sight, my only regret was my inability to enjoy life, to live with my love, make a family, I don't desire fame or money, but I do understand that those two will make your life easier. Life made it clear that without those your life wouldn't be easy.

"You had a pitifully life heh."

I didn't know since when, but a man was standing right next to me, all I did was look at him, and turn to look at my dying body.

"God? What's the point of showing yourself now?"