Sometimes, I feel cheated. At first, someone said that something in me is really rare in the universe and can send us to a good place. He told us that there we can eat, wear clothes, and get the things I have always longed for.
At that time, my heart moved and I agreed.
But it only lasted a few days. After that, I often went to some very dangerous places and often narrowly escaped death.
Also joining there, I got hurt and beaten a lot more.
We stayed there for over a year, I lost someone very important to me, and a few days later I lost half of my left arm. (These last one)
About a month after losing my left arm, I lost my sister, but I will always remember her.
Later on, I was beaten more often.
Maybe because of too many experiences and my appearance, I often forget that I am already 13.
