"The Day When My Death come: The Encounter" Written by: @ShinYap
"The Day When My Death come: The Encounter"










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Inspired by true event,
I just read this article inspired me to write, every scene is fictional. Nobody should ever suffer like this,

"The Day When My Death come: The Encounter" Written by: @ShinYap

WHENEVER I REACH THE BRIDGED THERE IS ALWAYS THIS BIG GUY STAYS THERE WITHOUT ANY MOVEMENT RENDER FROM HIS BODY, HE JUST STAY THERE, LAY LIKE NO ONE EVER SEE'S HIM.

I WAS WALKING ALONG THE SIDE STREET TO BUY MY STUFF, TO REFILL THE LACKING IN MY FRIDGE. BY THE WAY AM A GUY, LIVING ALONE , MY PARENTS, NAH DON'T ASK ABOUT THEM, I AM AN ORPHAN OKAY.

BUT STRANGELY I KINDA ALWAYS SEE THEM IN MY NIGHTMARE, I DO TRY TO FIND THEM BUT NO SINGLE THING REALLY POP UP,

I DO ASK MY ADOPTED PARENTS WHEN I WAS WITH THEM OF COURSE, BUT I RAN AWAY, BECAUSE THEY MALTREATED ME WHEN I WAS EIGHT, SO I DECIDED TO ESCAPED FROM THAT BATTERING.

EIGHT YEARS OLD KID ROAMING THE STREET ON HIS OWN IS LIKE A SLAB OF MEAT IN THE MIDDLE OF CAGE OF MONSTER.

I EXPERIENCE BEING BEATEN TO DEATH BY THOSE STUPID KIDS ON THE STREET, STEALING MY BEGGED MONEY, THAT I WORK FOR A WHOLE DAY.

MY BODY SORE, LIPS CHAPPED, EYES BLURRED AND BRUISED, AND I DO ALSO LOST MY ONE TOOTH, THANKFULLY IT'S NOT THE FRONT ONE.

I DON'T GO TO COLLEGE EITHER THOUGH, NOBODY HELPS ME AND I CAN'T AFFORD MORE HECTIC IN MY LIFE. THOSE AGONY IS ENOUGH FOR NOW.

EVERY OTHER DAY I ALWAYS PASS THE STREET SEEING THAT GUY AGAIN. I REALLY FEEL LIKE HELPING HIM BUT INSIDE I DON'T WANT TO, STILL MY CONSCIENCE KICK IN, SO IN THE END I DO APPROACH HIM.

WITH HIS RUGGED CLOTHING I BARELY NOTICE THAT HIS JUST AT MY AGE. HIS SKIN THICKENS BY THE DIRT, AND HE ALSO BARELY SPEAK CLEARLY.

IN MY RENTED APARTMENT, A SMALL SPACE WHERE I FEEL HOME. THERE I TOOK CARE OF HIM FOR A SEVERAL WEEKS UNTIL HE RECOVERED, EVERY DAY HE THANK ME FOR HIS GRATITUDE OF HIS HEART.

AS THE DAY PAST WE BECAME FRIENDS UNTIL HE OPEN UP ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS TO HIM. WHEN I HEARD ABOUT IT MY HEART BARELY ENGULF EVERY INCH OF WHAT HE UTTER.

STOP ABUSED STOP HUMAN TRAFFICKING

NOTE: This story is still on progress if you wanna read the next one, I've uploaded it. THANKS A LOT ,THANKS FOR READING. A SIMPLE COMMENT ABOUT THIS STORY WILL BE SO MUCH APPRECIATED. See yah in my next stories.

Thanks for reading. THE PART II IS OUT NOW.

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