Chapter 571: Amelia's Sorrowful Past

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Amelia's life was filled with many hardships. Although the damage she did to Frank back on his childhood is by no means easily justified by anything other than her being a terrible parent in those times, it could be said that her descent to alcoholism and her insanity in those times was due to a mental breakdown that not only was caused by her husband suddenly going away.

Her entire life since childhood was rather bad.

Frank's grandmother, which was Amelia's mother, wasn't really her blood-related mother…

Indeed, Amelia was an adopted girl.

Since she had memory of her own self that she was always alone.

When she woke up in this world, her mother was not here, nor her father.

She was raised by nurses and then thrown into an orphanage when she learned how to walk.

Although she went from hand to hand while being little, as she had many caretakers, she never truly connected with anyone, and was always alone.

The other kids in the orphanage were kind of similar, very shy of one another.

Some of them began to open up to others, as the years passed, everyone became progressively more sociable.

However, Amelia couldn't. She was too shy, something happened that she couldn't simply give the little push to talk and be more open.

This caused that, as she grew like a silent girl that had a hard time speaking with others, made the other kids inherently discriminate her.

It was now even harder for her to make conversations than it could had been before as the kids ignored her or… well, those that gave her attention laughed at her.

Even more, as when she was a child, she had big teeth that deformed her jaws and made her look like a rat, making everyone feel disgusted by her, she was never treated by a dentist either.

She grew her hair long, and usually covered her face with it, hiding in her room all day long, there were little possibilities for people to find her and adopt her.

She always felt alone. She never felt love, she was null of all of it, so null she felt empty, as if there was nothing inside of her other than a husk.

She had unexpectedly, matured very quickly at the age of 6.

Her thoughts were often of hiding her presence more and more. She didn't wanted to be found by the mean kids that threw her hair around, or the annoying girls that always laughed at her for being so skinny and ugly.

The worst part was how cruel they were.

They would often pretend to be friendly, luring her into opening up to them.

Only for them to laugh at her later, pranking her, and leaving her utterly heartbroken.

And because she had a gentle heart deep down, she always forgave them when they asked for forgiveness and then pretended to be friendly again, only to do the same thing…

Over and over again…

At some point she simply ignored everyone.

Even if they hit her, even if they threw her hair around… she ignored everyone.

She fell into silence, as if she was not there anymore.

She ate, went to the bathroom, took baths late when there was nobody around, and did as anyone did, but she was silent.

But closing herself to such a point only made other sicker people to find her as an ideal target, even within those adults inside the very orphanage.

At the age of 8 while taking a bath alone in the bathrooms, she found the janitor in the girl's bathroom.

"…Huh?"

She couldn't really understand why he was there.

A sickly smile emerged on his lips.

"Amelia, you're so pretty… You never talk with anyone. Want to become my friend?" he asked, as the horrendous man eyed her little and nude body…

"Ah… huh?" she didn't understand but knew deep down that there was something wrong.

But…

She was so shy.

So vulnerable.

She couldn't do anything.

Even…

Even after what happened to her that day.

She couldn't speak.

She cried every night.

Every morning.

Every day when they were not looking at her.

She caged herself.

She started barely going to the bathroom anymore.

Because there would be that ugly and weird bastard trying to touch her little body…

She thought that her life would always be filled with agony, and several times she began to think about killing herself.

She learned the concept of death at the age of 9, as she heard a girl telling her to kill herself.

"Kill myself…"

The horrendous day where that happened to her with the Janitor were still within her memories.

The horrid feeling, the disgustingness, the repulsiveness, the fear…

She wanted to die and for all of it to end.

Then, one day, she walked through the building in the middle of the night.

There, she found the Janitor following her from behind.

She didn't wanted to get caught by him anymore, she ran away from him as fast as possible to do what she wanted to do.

She reached the rooftop; the Janitor was shocked.

What was she doing?

She looked down.

The building was approximately 6 floors, a fall of around 20 meters.

Sure death.

She looked back at the Janitor and gave her a middle finger.

And threw herself down…

CRASH!

…

However, to her misfortune, she didn't die.

She had countless nightmares of that horrendous man.

Until she woke up inside a hospital.

Somehow, she survived the fall.

They told her that she survived miraculously because she fell over a pile of trash right below her.

However, her arms were dislocated, and her left leg was broken.

"…"

She began to cry desperately.

Several times… she asked the nurses to kill her.

Other times she implored the doctor to just let her go.

And sometimes, she asked the people in the corridors to please bring her a knife to cut her throat.

She was clinically suicidal, and needed help.

And help came.

A gentle woman in her thirties emerged in her life.

And she changed her life forever…

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