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That was all there was in the folder, but it was enough.
The tears had budded upon first mention of my brother. They had fallen ever since the files mentioned the word “infertility.”
I couldn’t take it.
They’d ripped me apart, mentally at least.
They’d killed my brother.
They’d starved me nearly to death—to death, actually.
They’d stolen my ability to have children, should I ever wish to or be presented with the opportunity.
They were the ones who let me get raped. Not that it mattered, apparently.
Something raw festered deep within me, and I came to a stark realization that halted my tears for only a split second:
I hated them.
I hated them with all of my being and then some. And if I even got the chance, I daresay I would try my hardest to take revenge.
But at the moment I couldn’t do a thing. Curling my knees to my chest, I bowed my head and sat alone in the dark. It was all I could do.
★☽★☾★☽★☾★☽★☾★☽★☾
WOOOO SAPPY THING EW.
I’m super sorry, guys. I literally didn’t include anyone and I am ashamed.
And most of this is in incomplete sentences.
Granted it’s in a file...
But I literally wrote out her entire file omg.
I’m so sorry.
Please forgive me.
