67 Betrayed By Her Own Kin (1/2)

Chained with rusty iron locks, a tattered covered girl laid weakly near a corner of a dark room. The ground of the room was littered with withered grass and bits of hay. The walls were built of pure cement and granite bricks coated with a light layer of red mud. There was no opening to this room except a large door to the front of the child. Even so, the door was locked tightly with chains. A stench of death hung gravely in the air as sudden roaring laughter increasingly soared into her room.

The girl raised her head. Her tangled red hair covered her heart-broken eyes. Lines of blood bled considerably from a wound in her forehead. A line of blood could also be seen running from her lips to her neck as well as dark purple bruises lining up her legs. Hearing the laughter, the girl raced to the locked entrance and struck it with great energy. Her hands were soon bloodied, and the flesh was torn yet not one person in the separate room looked over at her.

In grief, the girl lifted her eyes, and deep purple irises could be seen, furiously piercing at the source of laughter. How dare you. How DARE you even laugh! Yet not a noise came out from her mouth, only more blood rushed out her lips and her teeth gritted tightly.

Finally, from the center of the laughing group, a girl stepped out. She had flowing golden hair that sparkled along with penetrating green eyes — a cruel smile light up her face.

”Tsk, don't tell me you're actually mad about it. Who told you to be so stupid?” The girl exclaimed out. Her red lips moved slowly as her companions laughed.

The blonde girl beamed wider, ”Now, now don't laugh at her. She's so pitiful, isn't she? Look at her eyes, oh, I think I actually feel bad.”

Despite her words, her tone was condescendingly ridiculing. She leaned closer to the purple-eyed girl, ”Do you want to say something? Oh, I forgot. You can't. We already cut off your tongue,” The girl paused, ”What can a siren do without her tongue? Without your voice, you're only good as nothing at this point. You don't even have your gemstone so you don't even have powers. Oh? Why the angry eyes?”

The green-eyed girl strode forward and planted a loud slap on the other girl's cheek, ”Did you really think I was your friend? I'll tell you the truth, I just needed your birthstone.”

The siren looked down, tears threatening to spill over the rims of her eyes. Why? Aren't you a mermaid? I gave you so much of my blood because you said you wanted legs. Aren't we kins? Why would you dig out my birthstone? I helped you so much. So many questions repeated in her heart.

The blonde girl smirked at the siren's silence. She ran her finger through her own hair, the golden locks spilling over her shoulders revealing a slightly bloodied translucent gemstone amid her brows. Her green eyes sparkled haughtily as she affectionately stroked the stolen gemstone. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of the siren gazing coldly at her.

She sighed.

”Since I'm kind, I'll allow you to kill yourself. I don't want to see your face by the time I come back, ” She paused, catching the sight of Hongyue's eyes filled with hatred, ”Did you trust me because I'm a mermaid? You're really foolish. I'll tell you the truth; no one likes your kind. Neither humans or sea creatures. Actually, since there isn't any more of your kind left, no one likes you. Everyone detests you. You simply a monster. Don't compare yourself to me. You're just a freak!”

The siren glanced down. Is it... is that so? Is that why everyone always used her. Dragged her fragile and delicate heart in the dirt for their own use yet condemning her anyway.

Why?

Why was it so unfair?

Wasn't it because they blamed her, she lowered her head to this extent?

Yet when she did, they laughed at her for being weak.