Chapter no.229 The Nameless Girl (Patreon)

[ POV Change ]
What is the universe?
Maybe it is an unimaginably harsh and colossal space of death..... impossible to survive in with just the naked body, save a few seconds.
Maybe we are all just wandering aimlessly...
within the confines of death.
Sadness is felt when we wonder why we live in ..... this state.
What is the meaning of existence?
Where are we all headed?
What is the meaning of life?
Human
You
Me
Do we all exist just to exist?
Or
Is there some meaning to our existence?
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[ Viridian Forest - Unknown Bunker ]
The Basement.
A place where no one's voice can reach and not a speck of sunlight enters.
In a dimly lit room, a malnourished woman's cries drowned out the static of the old television.
( ~ Aghhhhhh ~ )
Blood decorated the floor in red as the malnourished woman gave birth.
( ~ Aghhh ~ )
( ~ Agh ~ )
( ~ Groan ~ )
Amid the fear and madness, a girl was born.
The woman's hands trembled as she gazed upon her crying child.
Her hand snaked towards the baby's neck.
Each inch as they moved closer and closer, the woman told herself.
You don't have to live in this hell.
But the touch of the baby's hand against her own caused the malnourished woman to stop.
She couldn't do it.
How could a mother kill her child?
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Humans... are born into the world.
Each takes their path.... and learns of the world.
Mother.....The vessel that makes the child feel loved.
Father.....The vessel that makes the child feel safe.
Ego.....Shaped by society one lives in.
Joy...Comes and goes like the wind.
Sadness..... a stop in the path of life that makes or breaks the gem of life.
Dreams..... gives willful meaning to life.
Despair..... takes color from life.
Freedom... shows us the beauty of the world.
Responsibility.... ties us to society.
Beauty... a desire of all.
Ugliness.... an inevitability that we keep hidden.
The End.... the last stop of the path of life.
The Beginning... after every end there is a new beginning to life.
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And life was also given to this girl.
( ~ Creak ~ )
As the door opened a monster with blood-red eyes glared back at the curious eyes of a young child.
This was the young girl's life.
The television always showed a loving family to the girl but her family was anything but loving.
How did she survive this long?
Merely because of luck or perhaps because the girl's father had a shred of humanity left or maybe it was because of those powers she had been born with?
Legend has it that some were chosen by the viridian forest spirit to wield great powers.
Those that received these powers were known by the people of old as the chosen Mew.
While the people viewed such beings as Gods, they viewed themselves as cursed people.
This girl was also one of the chosen.
Maybe it was the result of this curse that she had survived.
Her tears had long since dried up
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Maybe it was due to her curse that she could heal herself as her father took out her anger on her, and her pain tolerance grew.
Whatever the reason, the girl wished for death over and over again.
But she couldn't die.
Even in this world of pain and anguish, the girl's life wasn't extinguished.
While her malnourished mother tried to stop the beast from hurting her child.
The girl's inner self ceased living.
The girl stopped crying.
Since birth, that's the only way she had been treated by others.
She wasn't sad or resentful.
That was all she knew.
That was her life.
All she knew was pain inflicted upon her by the beast she called father.
Yes, that is all.
( ~ Boil ~ )
( ~ Boil ~ )
" Mom... " The young girl said to her trembling mother.
" Instant noodles."
The mother in response threw the bowl at the wall as the little girl blankly glanced at it.
" Why do I.... why do I have to..." The malnourished woman kept asking herself as the young girl cleaned up the mess her mother had made.
" You have to eat well." The young girl replied.
The malnourished woman tried to cry yet no tears seemed to come out.
" or you'll be hungry." The young girl followed up as the room was filled with nothing but silence.
( ~ Slurp ~ )
( ~ Chew ~ )
( ~ Chew ~ )
The young girl ate in silence in a room covered in mold connected to a foul-smelling bathroom.
Bottles of alcohol roll around the floor.
A blinking light bulb and an old television.
Father, Mother, and a girl who had lived for 60,240 hours.
A 344 Square foot room.
This was the girl's world.
Then one day an alien life entered the girl's world.
" Ratata. "
The door to the sink opened up revealing a rattata.
A long time ago, someone told a story.
There was a prisoner born inside a cave, the prisoner was tied up so that he could only see the cave's inner wall.
Only the shadows projected from the entrance showed him a glimpse of the world like the little girl whose world was filled with nothing but violence inflicted on her or her mother by the beast she called a father.
Then one day the prisoner escaped.
As the girl followed the Rattata up the pipes connecting to the sink.
As the prisoner saw the world for the first time.
2510 days after she was born, she came face to face with the outside world.
The girl was left mesmerized by the world as she touch the walls.
Saw the light provided by the stars and the moon.
Pidgeys flew in the night sky as she walked and walked and walked.
The world was suddenly so big for her.
" Huh? Hi there, haven't seen you around here before."
( ~ BADUMP ~ )
( ~ BADUMP ~ )
It was the first time, the girl had seen anyone else in real life other than her mother and father.
( ~ BADUMP ~ )
( ~ BADUMP ~ )
" Did you recently move here?"
The young girl's mind was filled with thoughts and thoughts as the close encounter with the third kind occurred.
I should answer her.
But how? with words?
Can I call it moving?
T.V
He is tall.
Cigarette.
Using my voice?
I don't know.
I can see his pupils.
Do I call him ' Sir?'
The girl's mind was filled with overwhelming thoughts.
" Hey, Are you ok?"
" Uh, .... yeah, Huh?"
" Yeah? it's nice to meet you. What's your name?"
" Uh, I don't know."
" Huh, you don't know but I can't keep calling you kid or people would think I kidnapped you, hmm... can I call you Yellow, kid."
For the first time in her life, the nameless child's eyes flickered with a smudge of happiness as she heard someone call her something.
Maybe to the ears of the child, Wilton Amarillo's words were more than just words.
It was a confirmation that she was someone.
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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗻𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴-𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻. 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗯𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗛𝗶𝘁𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗻𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗠𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗽. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗺𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗽𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗲. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝘂𝘀𝗲; 𝗮𝘀 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗽𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗹𝘀, 𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗽𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗻𝘀. 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝘀𝘂𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲𝘀. 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲, 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗽𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗽𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗞𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝗻𝘃𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗹𝗮𝘄𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗱. 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗻. 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗽𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲.