We remember the I, the I who lived under the broken wing of mother. Mother was willing to defy father after what he did to the I, she took it far away and left the country to the land of opportunities: America.

The I longed for home but the I knew what dwell over the seas… the I can't return to him not after the pain he inflicted NO PAIN FROM HIM AGAIN NO PAIN!

Scream is always like that since we were ripped in the country. We were reading the lord of the flies one day and then they came: five masked ghouls armed, we hide in the closet but they found us and took us away.

The I died that day it burned to flame: us, the next thing we recall after the black bag is the rusty cold shackles and the darkness around us. We were scared from the dark future beyond… whimpers of children like us is audible to us. They spoke a language we were not aware of but an angel kept our sanity intact, hate once saw her when the door shed some light upon her.

She was older than us by a year and two and also prettier as well. What a golden hair she had, all the time she sang relentlessly about hope and smoothed our tormented souls….

…that was till the ghouls came to play.

They never turned on the lights when they started, it was like hide and seeks in one short difference: you can't hide; you are naked and shackled waiting to be tormented and pierced … the blood, the agony. If it weren't for scream we could not survive another day.

The angel kept singing till her last breath they said "she is becoming too old kill the hag" and we heard the sound of smashed skull. Blood splatter all over us we knew this is the end. The angel was our symbol of hope and rescue, now it showed the opposite; there is black only… there is neither grey nor white.

Since we were the nearest to the door, we could hear the whispers of their conversation, one day, we heard that they were packing. One of them said "what about the remaining fucks?" the other said "we are In the middle of nowhere; we don't need some dead weight."

They simply abandoned us.

No food no water we were destined to certain doom and we knew after all there is no hope. The whimpers of other children silenced over timed till none was alive expect us. Hate kept shaking the shackles endlessly while scream kept yelling and shouting, I did nothing I knew it was futile to resist our fate…

Hate proved me wrong thought…

A spark out of the friction gave birth to a small fire… this fire united us under league and thus we became flame. Flame wanted to get out by any means necessary. All this time we didn't realize that the shackles had loosened up because of our significant weight loss. We were free! We were free!

Some scent flew in our nostrils; it was the sweet scent of flesh. Instantly we went berserk and tracked the smell in the midst of the darkness. We devoured it to the last bone…..we are animals.

With our hunger satisfied, a terrible truth floated on the surface…the flesh ….BELONGS TO OUR COLLEGUES!

WE HAD NO CHOICE EITHER WE ROT WITH THEM OR WE CONSUME THEM! HOW COULD YOU?! YOU ATE ANGEL ANGEL OUR ANGEL! WE DESRVE THE HATE WE DESRVE DEATH AND PUINSHMENT!

Scream and hate went to conflict ever since. I don't know whether this was an act of survival or insanity. It was all silent again; we slowly awaited our death to embrace it as a retribution for our sins. Heavy footsteps shook the ground below us… does death wear heavy boots?

Nay it wasn't, we couldn't see because of the blinding light coming out of the door, our eyes burned and our hearts fainted.

We woke up once again in the darkness but…. Something was different, yes, the filthy cold ground is now soft one and something covered us, was it clothes? It was clear to us that this is a mere reflection of our dying dream: freedom.

We were wrong as the light burned our eyes again, NO NO NO NOT THE GHOULS STAY AWAY FROM US NO MORE NO MORE! "It is alright, child I am not going to hurt you." His voice was no ghoul, he was… peaceful, comforting. We didn't know what to say and we hide in the nearest darkest corner. We were afraid to get hurt. We could trust no one.

The man called himself drake… he was the one who started to cry…now it all made sense.

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The ghouls were his sons and daughter driven by the lust of molesting children they simply vanished two years ago and missing cases appeared instead… we were amongst them. Drake kept sniffing around till he discovered their vile hidden hideout… and so he found us. The fate of the ghouls remains unknown but the man promised us to shelter us from them at any costs.

We stayed in the darkness for two years… two years; we lost the track of days, weeks, months, minutes. It seemed neither a short nor a longs time. It took us a while to recover both physically and mentally from this and even more to return to civilization.

Drake's first priority was to find mother. Pity, I can't recall her name anymore… I remember mine only. For the time being I focused on the thing we adore the most: literature.

Fan fiction was a nice place, but not at first… I wanted everyone to hate us but someone called autumn proved the opposite. We would like to thank him.

That's all we can say, you might curse, mock, insult us but it is the truth.

A better night to you all.

-hate

-pain

-SCREAM