Victims of Mortyamikira First Year Part Four

The Fourth Victim

Myrste` was a quiet child, the youngest child of many siblings. Yet despite all this she was anything but wanted. Most of the time her household wanted nothing to do with her. A fact that they always made far too clear. In fact, it was that bad that she knew that she would have been out of the house if it was not against the law. However this did nothing to help or protect her. 

They made her do everything in the house. She would clean every inch of the large house. The worst part of this was the fact that she knew that they made things extra untidy to give her more to do. To such a point that it was all too clear that she was always overworked and tired.

Yet even when it came to food, which she would always cook, they made it clear that they could not even care less about her. After all when sure would eat, she would eat last and she would most likely than not have nothing but the scraps and leftovers. However there would be many times when she would not even get anything at all! 

Yet the only reason that she was still with them was because it was illegal for a child to be taken away from the parents. Yet even though she was being near to her marital age she knew that her parents would not have her be married, and, if she did, they would pick someone that would make her utterly miserable, even though arranged marriages were also illegal. She was trapped in this life and she could see no escape.

One of the worst parts about this, was when she was not doing her ridiculous amount of chores or cooking the next meal, her parents and siblings would tie her down onto a table and would experiment on her. They would always be deaf to her cross of pain and pleas for them to stop. It was times like this she would feel more like a dead animal rather than a daughter.

Yet she did not know another life and despite all of this, she became wiser than them all and her heart was as pure as a baby. Part of her always hoped that she would,  even after all of this they still had some short of love for her. Even after all this she still loved them and wanted them to show just once that they loved her too. Yet,  the only attention that they would give her that was not negative would be to ask for her advice and nothing more.

Then at nights, she would have her quiet time so that she would have her moment alone, she would look up at the stars. She would count the stars and count how many new stars were there,  in the sky. She soon saw a new one in the sky.

The following day her family were planning a cheap unwanted funeral, for an unwanted child. They had lost their house within the next year.