My Hero

Hero of my life.

“Don’t worry, I will let you be happy. I promise.”

His voice. The voice of my hero.
I was still a child, when he saved me from that hell house that I used to call home. When I was younger, every single day my father would beat me up and leave unconscious. There was never anyone, who would be wiling to help. It wasn’t as if I was alone, it’s just that nobody wanted me alive.
My mom hated me. She said I ruined her life because I was born when she was still sixteen.
My uncle only laughed when he would watch me getting beaten up.
No one cared. No one wanted me in that place.
It was no different in life outside of my home.
School was a hell. I was tagged as the freak just because I wasn’t rich, girly or snobbish. I enjoyed little things, so little that to others they seemed completely meaningless.
Teachers didn’t pay any attention to me. They treated me as trash. Whenever there would be work in pairs or groups, they would tell for me to work alone. They would even say “Hanna, you can do this on your own. It’s not like you are not used to doing things alone.”
I didn’t have any friends, only small kitten, which lived under the bridge on my way home.
I would go there every single day, to simply sit on the edge of the river and talk with him. I didn’t care that he couldn’t understand me, I only needed somebody to hear me out. Somebody, to who I could tell how much I was hurting, how much I wanted somebody to love me.
I would go there every day, but I would remember 1th January the most. It was the day when I met him.
When I met my hero.

“Are you okay?”

He wasn’t that much older than me, it looked like he was in high school while I was still in my 3rd grade. He had pitch black hair, a pale face and gray but very deep eyes.
He asked me, while looking at my small body, while I was holding the small kitten.
I didn’t say anything back to him. I though he would simply sigh and then leave, like everybody else did…but he didn’t.
He smiled at me and squatted down to be with the same eye level as me.

“Little girl. Are you okay?”

Your voice sounded like melody to my ears.
Even so, I didn’t answer. I didn’t know how.
I looked at the kitten in my arms.

“HANNAH!! YOU UNGRATEFULL PEACE OF TRASH!!! WHERE ARE YOU!!!”

I heard my dad’s shouts. I turned and saw him angrily walking towards me.
The stranger simply stood up and walked over to my dad, but before he did that, he whispered to me…

“Close your ears.”

For some reason, I did as he told me to.
Now that I think about it, why would I do something like that? Back then, he was still just a stranger to me.

I saw him arguing with my father and them yelling at each other. My dad punched him in the face and came to me. My dad grabbed me by my wrist and dragged me with him, away from the only place where I could be at peace.

That night, everything was even worse. The insults where worse. The beating was worse. The threats where worse.

But the outcome was the worst.

Something, I will never forget. Something that changed my life and led me to my hero.

That night, I was sold.

Yes, sold by my own parents, by my own father.

That night, some people came to our house and gave money to my dad. Then, they simply grabbed me by my hands and took me away.

I remember hearing my mom and dad yelling happily at the big amount of money that they received.

All I did was smile. I was happy that at least they would be happy now. At least, they would be happy without me in their lives.

That night, I was sold to somebody, who made me live in mansion, never once stepping my feet out of it. I was like caged bird. The only people I got to talk to was, the maids.

I didn’t know why I was locked in that place for years, more precisely for ten years. When I was nineteen, I finally saw him once again. I finally saw my hero again.

On the day of 1th January, he walked inside of my room, holding a black kitten in his arms and smiling.

I didn’t know what to do at that moment. I was at bliss. The person who kept me locked away from world, was no other but my hero from long time ago. The only person, who was wiling to help me, from his own free will.

“His name is Mike Welljin and from today on, he is your master.”

One of the men that stood behind him said. I didn’t care that he said that, showing to me that I am just an object. I really didn’t care because at that moment, I would be wiling to do anything for him, for my hero. For person who got me out of that hell that I used call my life.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 05.05.2012

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