“It’s not our fault that somebody wants your life.”


    The leader brandished his knife. He intended to kill me.


    Stevie mustered all its strength and lunged forward.


    What evil thoughts could a dog have? It only knew that it had to protect me.


    I let out a shout as my head throbbed. It felt as if it were about to explode.


    Suddenly, a scene shed through my mind.


    A barely alive puppy had just been born, and its stray mother had been killed by some children


    throwing.


    stones at it.


    The mother dog had just been scavenging for scraps to feed its puppies, despite its weary body.


    Yet, those children seemed to find pleasure in cruelty, relentlessly pelting the dog with stones.


    From birth, humans were predisposed to good and evil. Some could control their evil desires and


    be. good, while others abandoned their good side and became ves to their evil side.


    Those children didn’t think they were wrong. It was the primitive cruelty of humans that spurred their


    actions. They enjoyed tormenting those weaker than themselves because they found pleasure in it.


    “Get lost!” I was still a child in the memories. I was holding a brick that wasrger than my hand,


    which i then expressionlessly smashed onto the head of the boy who had led the other children to


    throw stones.


    at the dog.


    Instantly, the boy’s forehead bled, and he cried out in pain.


    I grabbed his hair and asked him coldly, “Does it hurt? Does being hit by a stone hurt?”


    The other children ran away in fright. The boy continued to cry in pain as I said, “Look


    pain is too.”


    Soon, the boy’s parents arrived, and they began to scold my parents relentlessly.


    know what


    In the end, my parentspensated them with money and took the injured dog to the hospital.


    However, the dog didn’t survive.


    My parents adopted the puppies the dog had given birth to, but only one survived. It was a


    wolfhound, and I named it Georgie.


    From then on, I had a wicked dog by my side.


    “It’s her! Run!”


    Those children seemed afraid when they saw me. They would run as soon as they saw me.


    “Stephie can’t go on like this. She’s too indifferent. What should we do?”


    “What sins have wemitted?”


    “Is It our fault? Starting tomorrow, I’ll do charity work. I’ll pray to God for my daughter to be alright


    again.”


    In my memories, my parents secretly cried in their room.


    My dad, Wendell, said, “Peter told me that Stephie has an emotional disorder and that there are


    cures for that. The treatments are all well established now. We can send Stephie to him if you’re


    okay with that.”


    “Wendell, our daughter is still so young. Do you really want to send her to a mental hospital?”


    “Shh…” I recalled my father anxiouslyforting my mother. “Then, what do you suggest? She


    smashed


    that boy’s head without even blinking an eye!


    “No kindergarten is willing to take Stephie in anymore. In thest kindergarten, she bit off a male


    teacher’s finger! This child is too fierce.”


    “Didn’t Stephie say that the male teacher bullied a little girl? You saw it in the surveince footage


    too! That male teacher had issues!” Juliana argued logically.


    “It’s not about who has issues now. It’s about Stephie’s way of handling and solving problems. This


    is not a method a child should be thinking of. What child would bite off someone else’s finger?”


    Juliana fell silent.


    “Moreover, in the kindergarten before thest one, she pushed a little girl off a slide. She’s too cold-


    hearted!”


    Even though that little girl had pushed me first and I had merely returned the favor using the same


    means, I was somehow the one who appeared too cold–hearted in the eyes of others.


    In my


    y memories, everyone saw me as a wicked girl when I was young, the kind of person that everyone


    was afraid of.


    “And haven’t you noticed that Stephie’s dog would only listen to her? It’s too eerie a just Georgie;


    even the animals in the circus were all staring at Stephile back then.”


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    “Stop trying to scare me! Stephie is normal. The circus animals‘ riot was because the animal


    trainers had abused them. What does that have to do with Stephie?”


    “That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. What if Stephie could even talk to a bear?”