133. She still hated me

I jumped up out of fears breathing hard. With my hand clutched to my chest I stared hard at the wall in front of me, I slowly bring my hand closer to my cheeks.

The place was damn hot, I had to stand on my feet and rushed to the mirror. I looked at my reflection and saw strand of mark across my cheeks. My hands trembled in fears and I glared up in anger with my brow squinted.

Even in dreams, mother still detest me so much, she slapped me. Why is she doing this? Aren't I special? What makes Damian more special than I do.

I pace around my room and finally stopped in front of a window which is south to my room. I pushed it open and allow myself to be the victim of the gentle breeze blowing inside.

This should help calm my fears, I swear I'm afraid if mother could from dream and it show it effect on my face then I think mother knows very much that I'm mistreating Damian. "Who cares?" I hissed and walked out if my room in furious.

I will have to go fetch water from the stream since the wate