Life has always been about surviving as best you can, no matter the sacrifice. The only thing that will dictate your entire life is your status at birth, and it is better to be a millionaire than to be born miserable, because without that you are nothing in this life full of cruelty towards the most useless. Only the strongest have the right to shape and change their destiny.
The only limit there is is the one you put on yourself if you do not do what is necessary to achieve your goals, the path of the weak is to surrender and serve while that of the strong is to govern and possess, that is what the history of the human being has always shown.
Killing to survive is the law of survival that nature uses with animals just like humans, only in a different and conformist way. We are all mentally fragile, no one wants to be the weak lamb that everyone kills and mocks. Very few have the will to change their destiny.
The world is a rotten place that eats the weakest, if you manage to be born in a golden cradle with status then your life turns out to be worry-free.... born without that in this world, .... you are nothing in this life.
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"My life doesn't matter to anyone now." That's what I tell myself as I lie dying in a hospital bed.
"Pim.....pim........pim........pim...."
"Would I have achieved anything if I hadn't been born into misfortune?" I asked myself as I listened to the continuous sound of my heart beating on a machine.
"Pim......pim.....pim......pim......"
"Do I still have something to live for? Was it my destiny to die slowly, abandoned by my own family?"
My eyes cry from the feeling of sadness in my heart, my fists clench with anger and pain that I feel when I remember the faces of my "family."
"Don't you see me as a person? Do you have no compassion?"
"Aren't you supposed to help me with my pain! Someone should at least be with me! I'm not important to you who are of the same blood as me!"
"Only if I had a purpose that interested them then they would help me. They are horrible and hypocritical, liars who give false words of support! Don't you care about me, dad, mom, brothers!"
"Pim....pim.......pim.......pim...."
"I curse all of you who turned your back on me! I hate that my life is ending without me being able to live it the way I want! I hate that I wasn't born as someone special so I could take revenge on all of those who hurt me before!" I screamed with all my might until I was out of breath.
"Pim.... Pim .....pim.....pim...----------------------"
The sound of the pulse machine stopped at 4:30 PM, my last words were "my life.......was... worthless".
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(Unknown location, Japan)
"Let's hit him"
"Don't let him get up"
"You're an idiot if you actually thought of running away without giving us what you owe us!"
"If we see you trying to avoid us again, things will go worse for you, you idiot."
About four boys, ages 15 and 16, said to another young man who was lying on the ground covered in bruises and trash. The echo of the boys' laughter as they walked away could be heard throughout the dark alley.
"Mm....what ...happened to me?" said the boy with a hoarse and tired voice.
"I...can't...move...ugh"
".....move!..." he said trying to move his body sideways.
"..ah...ah...ah...what is this?...Where am I?" He said looking at the alley wall.
"(I can't feel my legs or my arms, my head is pounding with pain so much that I can't hear anything)"
(I think I'm fainting, shit, what's wrong with me?) It was the last thing he thought before falling unconscious in the alley.
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(Later at night)
Back in the alley the young man was awakening from a long sleep of fatigue.
His hands and feet hurt too much to move, his throat was dry and sore as hell.
His eyes were blurry and tired to be able to open them fully, his muscles burned painfully suffering the effects of the blows and kicks left on his body.
(It's a bad joke, I feel like I've been tortured for a week) Was what I said in low words because I couldn't move my jaw.
(This is so much pain all over my body, this doesn't compare to the pain of the surgeries they did to me in the hospital) my fingers moved slowly trying to feel them again.
(This is not my end, or is it? I have to move...no...I need to move, no matter what, I wouldn't stay here dying like an idiot)
"Uhgm.....ugh.....ugh.... Get up.." was what I whispered in my mouth while trying to move my arms.
(Come on, get up, idiot! You're not giving up yet! That's all you got! Get up, get up, get up, Get up!)
My body was shaking with the effort of trying to get up, my legs and arms were weak and useless, but I kept trying to get up.
(Come on, you can only do a little more!) I tell myself as I feel both of my arms being lifted off the ground where they were resting.
"No...I'm not falling...here," I said between labored breaths as my upper body was higher off the ground.
"¡Ugh!"
Five!
My arms collapsed and dropped my head to the cold ground again.
New blood was coming out of my forehead as I remained in my face-down position.
(Damn it! It was almost time, I don't care if I bleed from my forehead or if my body hurts, I'm going to wake up with this pain even if I suffer horribly!)
I said giving myself motivation to straighten my arms again and get up from my suffering.
"Aaaaaaghhhhh,...you can do it,..aghhhhhggg"
I screamed with all my might, managing to get up and shout to the sky with my hands up.
"Huh.....ah...ah....ah...(Suspiro)"
(I did it!)
I said in a relieved voice for my triumph, my gaze deviates downwards looking at my location, noticing the trash around me along with waste cans and stains of blood and dirt.
(What the hell happened here?) I asked myself curiously as I saw the crime scene.
(Ugh, ugh, I think that doesn't matter to me for the moment, what I need to do is rest and regain my strength) I said, not giving the matter any importance for the moment, focusing more on my aching body.
"Uff..ugh...ugh...ugh.."
With my two arms that were barely moving, I dragged myself towards the grey wall in front of me and lay down with my back resting against it.
I also moved my head so that it would be supported while I remained focused on trying to breathe smoothly through my lungs.
(Uff, uff, uff, I have no more strength, I did what I could with this body, if I continue like this I will faint again, I must stay awake to be able to think about my options now that I am in a disconcerting situation) I said with determination in my words as I continued to insist on not closing my eyes.
(This couldn't be much stranger, lol) I thought with a fake laugh.
!five!
Like a bolt of lightning falling from the sky, a series of images and memories from another life attacked my brain without me being able to react, leaving me with a blank expression on my face.
(This is Magnificent!)
That's what went through my head before I passed out.