Disclaimer: May contain blood and/or gore later on in the story, along with mental and physical abuse. KT, this story is for educational purposes and is to teach others about abusive situations and horrid relationships. Also I've never written anything before but Nobi gave me the idea for this story so...here I go I guess lol.
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Fear was the first thing I registered. It was cold, damp, and unreasonably dark. Not that I knew what dark even meant at the time, heck, I couldn't even walk.
My head slammed against something hard and cold, and I let out a yelp of pain before beginning to sob uncontrollably. I felt something warm and liquid-like dripping down my neck, which I later registered to be blood. I heard a scuttling of legs and claws in the darkness.
I recall something large, with crimson pupils grabbing me. I felt a sharp, blinding pain across my cheek as the creature clawed at me.
That was really all I remembered. I impress even myself occasionally by how much I can recall, despite only being an infant at the time.
Unlike most human children, I didn't get to experience parental love or warmth in the ways they did. I never got to go to the zoo, or even the park. I didn't have dozens upon dozens of scrapbooks filled to the brim with infant pictures. I didn't have playtime, or naps, or hugs.
My love came from the group of arachnids I called home. Not the ideal family. Heck, not even the ideal friends. They were more like roommates, if you could even call them that. I don't know how I ended up in the same cave as them, and I'm not exactly thankful, either.
There were 5 of them, and why they didnt eat me the moment they found me intruding upon their premises I'll never know. Maybe they thought it a bit of a joke to keep me, then they could brag to one another and snap, "Look at him, can't even walk. Pale as the moon. And look at his eyes, all covered in scratches. I'll tell you, issues, he's got...".
Maybe they contained a bit of pity for me; the odd crybaby so rudely placed in their territory. If that indeed was the case, then they are more pathetic than I ever could have imagined. Weakness and emotion cause loss, and loss causes unimaginable grief and grief causes depression. Nobody likes depressed folk, at least that's what my "family" always taught me.
Which is why I decided to escape. And I can promise you one thing: Its not going to end like it did when I was eight years old. I had screamed that I was fed up with the household and that I was leaving, and they hit me and hit me across the face until I cried. After that incident, my eyesight was never the same.
This is the story of how I escaped an abusive household of spiders, made friends, and most importantly, became free.
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HHGHTNHFNWVF I'm sorry, ive never written anything before. This wasn't great, but please tell me if you would like more chapters.
- Dino
